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By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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Pain

12/19/07

I feel it,

I felt it,

I don’t know exactly

What happened to me.

I slipped, and fell,

An accident, it was,

I swear it so.

But it hurt.

The pain of contact,

Ebbed to reveal,

A sharp, unbearable,

Stiffness, that hurts.

I remember shock,

And pain, lots of pain,

But questions, and thoughts raced.

What happened? What’s wrong?

Pain still there,

I tried to fight it.

I couldn’t lie, or sleep,

I couldn’t even think.

But what more,

There is life that,

Doesn’t falter, when I do.

I try to keep up.

It’s difficult to

Go on with daily

Activities, that require,

Such painful movement.

I understand, though,

That there is worse pain,

However, the greater hurt,

Lies in my mind and heart.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)

Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.

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