I HURT

A Poem

by VISHNU_KV at pixabay.com/

I was programmed, like you
to treasure my life
To flinch at the slightest pain
and dread the doctor’s needle

A cut, like any others’, bleeds
and burns to the tendon
A drown draws a gasp likewise
burning the throat raw

A sharp unkind word hurts too
and sometimes draws a tear
A hate is a stab to the heart
bleeding tears of sorrow

I weep when in grief
and hurt at memories gone
I dread the loss of a loved one
and mourn the departed

I hurt.

© GIDRAF MWANGI