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Ancient Pain


We sometimes want to work things out alone, to keep the troubles inside and to suffer alone, but ... we can't. No one can.


Climbing, no

crawling, I am

... crawling up

The stairs, with all the

loads on my back

Larger than my body.

On top of my head, a

crater, now, filled with

A quarter of water, but

still heavier than

... my skull.

I tripped, again,

fell down…

face on the floor,

Crater built hard, but

Another half was


Bags dumped over me, heavy.

.... I cannot breathe,

Nor can stand.

Hand gripping the

precious crater

Other, clasping

on the step.

Holding on, but

even my arms are

Too stiff to make

another move.

Staring at pairs

of feet, a lot

continuously passing

... my very eyes

Only part that functions,

It burst out

… all the pain.

© 2021 Kathrine S


Kathrine S (author) on June 25, 2021:

Grateful for your feedback, John. This was actually from a very short poem I wrote years ago, I made revisions, but I'm uncertain if I could put on the same emotion and depth I had when I wrote it. But I guess, I did. Thank you for commenting, really.

Kathrine S (author) on June 25, 2021:

Thank you so much, Misbah. It helps me a lot when someone appreciate my work. I'm always happy and willing to share my writings to everyone.

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on June 24, 2021:

Katherine, You expressed it very well.

Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece of writing

Blessings to you

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on June 24, 2021:

That sounds like a real struggle. I could feel pain and frustration.

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