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

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to cure pain. Love is the medicine. I agree. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Mark]

Thank you for reading and your kind comments.

[Ruth]

Ouch...yes...it does saturate, doesn't it? Some days that cupboard seems empty...a cure for most things out there, so it said...I do wonder...enjoyed hon x

[Mark]

Thank you sweetie

[Leslie Philibert]

This a strong extended metaphor, Mark use imagery with care ; fine job.

[Mark]

Thank you so much for being such a constant reader and reviewer Leslie.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An expressive depiction of that desperate feeling that suffocates us when we feel so loveless. Delivered in a few lines of well chosen words.

[Mark]

Thanks John. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Filling my head
pouring out my eyes
braiding my thoughts

Very expressive stanza. Migraines?

[Mark]

Nope, just fiction :) Thanks for reading.

[Chris]

This was a unique thought flow Mark... well done man.

[Mark]

thank you so much Chris :)

[redflutterby]

Yes...I agree..where is the sweetness and balm?? Where is love...not in my medicine cabinet that's for sure!! Sigh...

[Mark]

awww *HUGS* There was a deeper meaning in that line for me. I tend to avoid traditional medicines. I think, at least for me, this need for another person's love is like that as well.

[redflutterby]

Ah ha...I see what you mean. Actually I can relate to that. Hugs back atcha Mark! x

[MichaelsLyric.com]

The last line, I felt that, brilliant. Humans share love in an awkward way, unevenly. The title and the last line says just how much some of the humane society (including me) relies on substances. Nice write. Thank you for writing.

[Mark]

Thank you for your insight! :)