pain ain’t got nothin’ on me — A POEM

for me

pain don’t transfer a sense of life.

nor a hint nor a whisper

of a need for penance.

to me, life’s hurts are little more than

minor key variations

on suffering’s simple melody…

even a tortured man can still breathe.

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