Pain cure

It starts in my heart

creeps into my soul

poisons my universe

Filling my head

pouring out my eyes

braiding my thoughts

Where is the white?

The sweetness and balm?

I rummage the medicine cabinet for love.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

braiding my thoughts. wow. really like that line .

[captain]

The battle between pain and love, to maintain the balance you have to experience both. Love, indeed will cease through all the pain. very nice sir.

[Mark]

Thank you for reading :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Nothing like a medicine cabinet rummage. You have expressed a darkness with a whiteness of image, a clarity. Do not change anything. Poetry is not a can of beans, to go up, or down, in price. Thank you Mark, and thank you also for commenting on my poems so sweetly. I am sorry to be so lame (as the kids say) in getting back to you.
-x-

[Mark]

Thank you dear Rosalind. It is good to read your comments. :)

[Stanley Wilson]

Awesome write you are getting far too good at this!!

[Mark]

Thanks so much Stanley

[Baby Ricochet]

Oddly intense but then again much of what you write is. Good one Mark

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

perfectly simple, a great read!

[s y e]

This is a heart breaking write Mark - The emotion is so powerful.

[Mark]

Thank you dear noodles :)

[eglantine]

I'd stay with one tense, so change "filling" to "fills" in second stanza and so on. "Where is the white?" lovely line.

[Mark]

But I wanted the tense changed :P Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you liked the
'white' line. heehee

[icelandicblue]

Filled with pain...I rummage the medicine cabinet for love. Very heartbreaking poem Mark.

[Mark]

Thank you dear ice. ;)