When I’m in pain
There’s this place I go
It seems I’m there
Before I know

What’s made me move
Inside or out
Makes me scream
With never a shout

I’d like to yell
Till my throat got hoarse
But it's not likely I will
Being so composed of course

It’s a confusing place
But comfortable too
Being at ease in pain
I’ve become accustomed to

It’s not a pain
“Rate it one to ten”
But an ache, a dread
Of what to do when

Pain subsides
Or I get distracted
And start to believe
I’ve over-reacted

My fate unsure
The end unwritten
I could fall in love
Or at least be smitten

But how could I love
When I’ve always questioned
How things could be,
Details not mentioned

A secret between friends
Is safe with me
But a secret pain
Won’t set me free.

Geez, Kenn,

This is really good, can I move it to the poetry section, as well. I can leave it here, too, I just thought you'd like to share it for what it is...good poetry.

David

Sforgotten about there being a poetry section. Thanks for the feedback.