How Much Pain Can One Mind Endure?
I am continuously fighting back overwhelming emotional pains
given my circumstances seem grim on a good day,
but there’s a self-discipline to me
a type of control so to say,
So I find sleep as an escape,
but I learnt this morning that
while I slept within my dreams of loss
and what will never be
I cried a million tears that bleed into my reality.
As I sat this morning
striving to pull myself back together
I was weighed down with one question,
How much can I take for the name of Justice?
The tears from my dream woke me physiologically
Is this even possible?
Yet it happened.
Am I so emotionally tormented
that the only self-discipline I have is while I’m awake somehow?
The Struggle Continues…
By Thomas Porter
I haven’t spoken to Thomas very often over the last 12 days. He wasn’t feeling well, it looked as if he had the flu. And the few times that he managed to call me the calls didn’t go through because there seems to be something wrong with the phone menu … it can be frustrating, but it must be even more frustrating for him.
Email is slow and the phone doesn’t always cooperate. Being locked away in a horrible place like the one where he’s at and then having such weak communication with the outside world can’t be easy.
If you liked Thomas’s poem, please leave a comment. I will forward them to him, I know that they will brighten his day 🙂 And feel free to check out his other poems.
The ones I especially love are Good Morning World and What is Pain, but all are good, heartfelt, and touching the soul. I think that it’s impossible to read any of his poems without feeling somehow affected.