The Best Type of PainA Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughen
With the sinew, the cell...
with a heart racing too fast with shallow breath with entranced eyes in wonder with endless dreams and infinite impatience the mind stands shore facing feeling the fatal force something accumulating, accruing o'er the ocean face - a bruising bedlam of monstrous carnivorous clouds nothing ever came to the heart quietly but this came in like a vengeful monster, a trauma, a bellow, a beautiful shimmering angel taking me from my dark default by cracking bolts of lightening blistering over the cosmos of a life taking up the pen again to cope with shadows and smiles and hope and exhaustion and sincerely the best type of pain © 2024 Thomas Emile Vaughen |
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Added on February 17, 2024 Last Updated on February 17, 2024 AuthorThomas Emile VaughenFloating around the north of England, United KingdomAboutSometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [@cperil.bsky.soci.. more.. |

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