Pain Poem in E Minor

If you need to know what pain looks like,
please take a look around
you'll see it in a hooker's eyes,
you'll hear it in the sound
of someone sobbing in the night,
you'll smell it in the air
of homeless shelters late at night
and no one seems to care
about the pain we cause each other,
sometimes not by accident
like when someone says "I love you"
wasn't really what they meant,
there's lust, and drugs, and war, and greed,
there's jealousy and rage,
the bad news overwhelms the good,
it's filling every page,
and there are individuals
now dealing with so much,
my dark, depressing poetry
can not begin to touch
upon the sad suppression of
all the things we try to hide,
we tuck it away so casually
and keep it all inside,
he knows the pain he's caused the ones
he's loved so many years,
the wound keeps getting opened
till the flesh is drowned in tears
Enslaved and so divided,
it's like two minds are in one,
one hiding in the dark of night,
one healing in the sun
And we can't begin to tell him
all the sorrow that we feel,
each time he turns his back on those
who want to help him heal.
Addictions are a scary thing,
a quick and sad disease,
they leave him all alone at night
with bruises on his knees,
and as he prays to Heaven,
we all know that God will hear,
but the question that remains
is if the man can conquer fear
It's killing us so silently--
are our actions all in vain?
We want him to be happy.
We want to end the pain.

-kb