A Week Of Pain

David Musick (David_Musick@msn.com)
Sat, 22 Mar 97 23:48:20 UT


A Week of Pain

I wander the city, looking, watching.
So many people, so many lives.
Do they all feel like I do?
Do they know my pain?

I look inside and feel it,
the pain of my life,
it burns within me,
and I protect the flame.

Why do I torture myself?

I look again inside myself,
the same familiar place,
and I see my goals, my dreams, my ambitions,
and there I see the pain,
eating it all away.

What is pain,
and why does it haunt me so?
Why am I so scared of it?
Why canít I just let it live;
Why canít I be a friend to pain?

What is pain,
Does it deserve to exist?
Sometimes I just want to get rid of pain,
But I am too attached to it;
It is my enemy, but I love it.

Can I have a peace with pain?
Can I let it live without allowing it to dominate?

What do I really want?
I think I want peace;
no more fighting, no more conflict,
just a calm acceptance of how things are right now.

Pain exists;
Suffering exists.
I acknowledge that fact,
and am unsure what to do about it.

What do you think?

- David Ambur Musick

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