Pain
I know I can’t see the future, and,
I know I can’t lead an army, and,
I know I can’t see the future,
But you’re there beside me.
I am too weak to lift this pain off my shoulders,
I can’t see the future,
I can’t make the pain go away,
I can’t see the future.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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