PAIN – my poem

I am so sick of pain

Pain of the heart

Pain of the mind

Pain of the body

That pain which makes


so hard to achieve

With movement comes


To pain of the mind

Distractions are


if one can get to them

Pain of the heart can

0only be eased

with time

but can be

distracted with


But movement means


so I don’t move

Eunice C English – Inspirations and Influences

Published by Eunice C English

FormerFreelance journalist. Poet, writer, artist, photographer. Retired and coping with Parkinson's Plus, macular degeneration and other boring stuff but life is still interesting, if a bit of a challenge!

3 thoughts on “PAIN – my poem

  1. You’ve captured it Eunice. I’m sorry to hear things haven’t improved, but glad to know you’re getting out to see beautiful sights.


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