Painful Poetry

So never cry a poem out of pain
For it will painfully open a wound,
Once stabbed beyond comprehension
With a similar anguished cry voiced
Above all whispers of many men,
Letters emerging from their tears
To recreate a sonnet –
The love story between a wound
And an everlasting infinite dream,
Their coexistence reinforces an imperfect
Being to commence a burial ceremony,
The art established for mental
Initiation will relieve the copious
Lists of duties clouding the heart’s
Movement: forward into a brickwall,
Or backward into a timeless abyss,
Or maybe sideways until crushed
Down to the white bones immersed
In this life’s bloodpool,
The art of a painful sonnet
Is but an alphanumerical equation,
A method of encrypting many tearful
Men falling into a painful poem.

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