Pain

Pain

The hardest tears
are hidden
by poker smiles;
just as
the loudest cry
is concealed
by a smirk.

The toughest goodbyes
are when feet
head
to the doorway,
though the heart
wishes to stay.

For there are moments,
silence
speaks louder than words;

For there are moments,
words
are not enough
for the pain
sustained.

And the harder silence rises,
the deeper it cuts.
The deeper it cuts,
the harder it bleeds.
The harder it bleeds,
the deeper it burns.
The deeper it burns
the harder tears flow. . .

An enormity
often
beyond one’s control,
tears flowing
like those of a river.
And the pain,
raging like currents;
creating havoc
to one’s heart
and soul.

About AinaBalagtashttp://www.ainabalagtas.comI am an essayist; a news writer; a poet; a big fan of language and words; an ardent lover of imagination-- I am but a writer.

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