driving my bus
head full of darkness
i cannot escape the Plague
of words Afflicting my mind
all I can do is drive
while my soul is Needled
by acrimonious doubt
and crushed
by bitter self-recrimination
would the world even miss me
if i was gone
or would it turn on
uncaring, unremembering

I wrote this poem on May 24th, 2014.Β  I had a bad day between work and getting rejection letters. I was tired and stressed and my nine hour shift just became an eleven hours. I was tired of driving my shuttle and I just pulled over and wrote this poem on the side of the road in a few minutes, pouring all my negative emotions out and when I was done, I felt so much better.

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22 thoughts on “Pain”

  1. Although I’m sorry you felt this, I’m glad that I saw it. Thanks for sharing. I’ve actually had a pretty crappy week. So, maybe I need to write something therapeutic. Glad it helped you to get back on track.

  2. James, So glad you pulled over that day and wrote this poem. Sometimes getting it out in journal or on a piece of paper can make all the difference.
    Life can be so hard. But it can also be Amazing! I hope you never feel alone. Because you’re not!

    Beautiful words can only come from a beautiful heart.. πŸ™‚

  3. I’m not a poetry lover but that spoke to me. Were you ever in a lot of pain. I’m glad you finally shared it. And I hope your days like that are few and far between.

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