Poison Needles

By mcscraic

Wed, 17 Aug 2016
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Poison Needles

By Paul McCann  

 

My heart is like a pin cushion ,

I feel the needles go in .

Jabbed by these mixed emotions

entrenched deep underneath  my skin .

Slim threads are the nerve endings

that are shaking me to the core .

There is no pain relief

and this hurt I can’t take anymore     

     All the needles will remain until somebody pulls them out  .

Its awful to be feeling this way ,

I can’t cry ,

I can’t shout .

I can’t change how it is or say

why it has to be this way .

Pin cushions soften the bite ,

the venom never goes away .

Certificate PG
Poem
poemsbypaulmccann
Drama

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This sounds like the hurt of unkind words, which those saying them often don't think about. ('Sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words will never hurt me' being so clearly untrue) Often it is only Christ's Holy Spirit who can comfort, and create pity for the offenders.

I wrote a song  ('Catch a rising fear' in my Sunday Songs collection), once about changing the fiery darts of fear into prayers. Rhiannon

 

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