By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 24 October 1998

Pain: it’s not what you think

The wounds we self-inflicted make
That cause the heart’s most tender ache
Give license to the mind to seek
The wounds to give to hearts most meek
And so the tale that has no name
My heart on fire with burning shame
Recounts the pathos blow by blow
tenderness never more to show.

10/24/98