Yes, pain has a face
It's not that obscure
It's gleeful, good-looking and bright
It shines thru the storm
Of inner-most dread
And stares at me into the night
And pain has a voice
I hear it at times
When otherwise happy I'd be
It lasso's my heart
And ties it in knots
And tells all the rest I'm just me
But pain has no hands
To grip and to hold
Or legs to keep pace with my own
So I can pretend
By distance and years
That rascal has left me alone
Mac Wilkey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-has-a-face/
