September 20, 1993
6:41 p.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Living in the House of Pain"
I thought I locked the back door to the House of pain Entrance never again to gain Ran down the street with the stigma attached Till I slowed down attacked With a slight case; a patch A nagging remembrance coursing down my left leg I would not cry mercy I would never beg I thought I had rounded the corner from the House of pain Closed all the windows Now I limp from the strain An unbroken circle Time laughs with harsh glee I'm throbbing with the knowledge But I still refuse to see I've always cried; emotion poured from out my eyes in rivers But pain seemed only secondary Reducing hardship to happenstance shivers Now I will sit with legs uncrossed Straight with complacence feigned As I look all around my home: the familiar... House of pain
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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