Pain's Greed Poem by Lonnie Hicks

“Give me Pain, ” she said
“Shorn of Innocence’s
Searing Knowledges;
from Searing Awakenings
Sad Joy
its
Sidereal Beginnings-
Misunderstood Sufferings-
Pain the Awakener
Striper of Veils
which shield
us from
Fulsome Life’s Givings
Flowers
but no bud
absent
Dead Winter
Fall
and Jubilant Spring.



Give me
the Vein Splintered
Pain’s Egress
as I remain
impervious
my Red Reward
My Imagination’s Castle
My Abstract
before I move in
in those many worlds
in so called Reality
all imaginary
don’t you see?

Therefore,
whether
we shall live in Mine
or Yours
is
Elementary
Speaking
ever so not
Consequentially
despite
your sincerely
or ill felt Sympathies
so chaste.

If you must
for My Pain
know
yea well:
Sympathy is
Pains
form
of Understanding
and the
Insensate’s
form of
Living.