Original Oil Painting
© Stevon Lucero
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Pain
My head swells.
Shields weary from being
Battered from the inside
Which reflects the chaos
On the outside!
Pain!
O pain!
There is nothing
Nothing
No thing
I can do!
Cry.
Cry!
Go ahead!
Cry!
And add vibrations to the
Tidal wave!
Make it grow so large
That when it hits
You'll never know it!
Or fight
Laugh
Crack the stone face
Of death
Give him some color
For you cannot do away with him.
but that is no reason to sleep.
When you sleep
There can be no escape
Only stillness after.
Ever falls the blade In infinities finite Domain.
Down and up
Up and down
But personality feels it
Only once.
. as you.

© 11/18/73
Stevon Lucero