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You can polish yourself until the day you die, but you’ll still be defective.

Place my head in a paper bag.
Then you should have inserted the pins,
and if suffering is your only intention
I’d lovingly think again
because, you see, I’ve been through it all
there’s no word in this dictionary afraid of me
they’ve all touched these ears harshly,
and I’ve slept in this bag…enduring.

transmission terminated

Categories: Poetry

Comments (8)

  • brian miller . January 29, 2013 . Reply

    gruesome…but then again, you’ve been there…kits of pain in this and not just from the pins, but what numbs you to the pins…and have to wonder too at what sense there is if all life is enduring…

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . January 30, 2013 . Reply

      Life is enduring, but moving forward is what must be done, I guess. Thanks for reading and leaving your thoughts, Brian.

  • jacqueline dick . January 30, 2013 . Reply

    There’s no word in this dictionary afraid of me….great line, Brad…!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . January 30, 2013 . Reply

      Thank you, Jacqueline! ♥

  • Ginny Brannan . January 30, 2013 . Reply

    Enduring, in spite of the pain, or maybe because of it. As long as we can feel, we are “alive” and “living” is our strength. It is our best ‘revenge’!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . February 1, 2013 . Reply

      Indeed, but some feelings are better left dead.

  • Ayala . January 30, 2013 . Reply

    A strong write, Bradley .

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . February 1, 2013 . Reply

      Thank you, Ayala. ♥

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