Het recht om pijn te doen
The satisfaction of distraction,
sometimes gets too much.
The definition of destruction,
is often seen as pain.
But it's not.
Time kills pain.
Pain won't kill people, pain is forgettable.
Causing it regrettable.
Causing it kills people.
People cause pain.
To distract, they hurt.
We injure the wrong.
We injure ourselves.
Only capable
of feeling one ache at a time.
We hurt, we hurt.
To distract, to forget.
The throbbing in our head.
Only the migraine tells us
we have a brain.
We forgot,
by the pain.
16:26 04/01/17
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The Puppeteer's Playground
PoesiaWhere the hands have taken over, the place we're calling home. Poems about what matters and what doesn't, to whoever and whatever. Poetry book ||| Cover by me
