That’s a pain I’m not ready to write yet,
It’s the one that flashes when I close my eyes
And threatens to keep me from sleep,
The poison that ceases the pain.
It is the one that lies behind the press
Of haunts behind my head and neck
Taunting the air that treads upon and in
And breathing out in every sigh of relief.
Lie here in comfort like the night
Breathe in the beauty for magic sight.