It would be so easy to ease your pain

No medicine is required

Just modest a word

A word like


Would do

Yet I fear this word

For it is a stopper that stopped

The expression of your outrage flowing

As it did once before upon me

The diversion of you

By this word



Banished you

Such a simple word

Am I beyond the salvation of words?

For the wounds inflicted

Are likely incurable

The denial of



Was pitiless

Yet if we were to speak

Would your old words pollute me still?


© Paul Nichol.  2016


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