I met Pain one yesterday, yet again
In his dark, gallant Armour
He sat mellow under happiness’ silhouette
Doubling his darkness
His eyes were intense with depths
Of destiny’s haunts and agonies

He asked if he could come by
But he came by the other day and before that too
He will sate a poet’s hunger, he promised
Give seasons to my heart
And that he’d craft my soul with a door
To his unseen, often unappreciated gains

I let him in, poor Pain and sheltered him
For many restless days and weeks
His darkness dimmed my home’s light
And muted the summer’s music
One day, I asked him to leave as gently as I could
With that ever crooked smile, he replied
“When I have cleansed your soul, I will”

4 Responses
  1. Perhaps a bittersweet pain!

  2. Anonymous Says:

    Hi Kinga,
    Beautifully written! It reads very well and there is a kind of fluidity in the way the words are woven. But I am clueless as to the meaning of the poem :)

  3. Kinga Choden Says:


    Thank you. Clueless is good! :)

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