Short Stories & Poetry

Pain (Is Not Glory)

Pain.

She claws at my insides with
vicious intent.
Awakened, angry.

Happiness snapped
In two.

Flawless nerve endings,
yet I'm on the floor
groping and grovelling
begging "No more!"

It doesn't stop.

She does not listen,
the beast inside
just bellows her anguish
and I bellow mine.

Internal.

Blood, sweat
Ache.

Torment,
My head.

Just when I think
it can't go on,
that I might break
She fades

Is gone

From within.

Lull me to false
security
this break isn't truthful

It cannot be
Real.

They say to be proud
they say to be strong
that the beast inside
makes me powerful.

Wrong.

She comes back for more
Snaps and bites
Steals my resolve

Ends my fight

Stop this.

There's no one to hear
my pleas or cries
for they're all in my head
all in my mind

Silent warrior.

Don't tell me to just
grin and bear it
it's not so simple
as that.

I'd like to see a man
bear this crown
Of thorns.

It's no honour
so don't say it is
label it pain
call it anguish

No honour
No blessing
No glory

In this.