Pain - 0495

Pain rained, exploded, insane fire-bright ball
sheered synapses, somehow knew
to spring the nerves' defences too.
The system, unprepared, sharp blowtorch scorch must doubly fall, little leeway left on call to cushion harm, calm recall.
Some prompter's cue triggers terra volt terror bolt jolt from out the blue
pain's reign again explodes, codes scarlet ball.

(8 July 2008)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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