A Place of Pain
From where does your poetry flow?
Is it from the crematoria that sucked up
Countless corpses of your type
Gulped by yesterday’s pandemic?
Or from the Mediterranean
Drinking the blood of youngsters
Fleeing failure’s web?
Or the mass graves
Swallowing millions
Felled by terror-mongers
In peacetime?
These lines that run so deep
Where do they come from?
These bloodied lines
Dripping from your pen
Tainting your pages
Must be from a place of pain
For I read the sorrow in your words.
You could have been writing to me. Great descriptors of the pain that produces poetry. I tend to alternate by penning whimsical lines so I do not stay in “a place of pain.”
Thank you.
Thanks, cinzia, for your kind words. They are highly appreciated.