An Ode to Pain poets united the poetry pantry #28

I’ve grown weary of …
stones grinding away
the rough edge of a wheel,
smoothing out the cadent
molten material that’s outdated …
Nothing’s left to remove


I’ve become tired of …
living up to others’ expectations
of how it’s supposed to be,
like a burr that sticks you
continuously until blood runs
into a pool and hardens …
No more substance remaining

I’m bored with …
the ones who think they’re
flawless, knowing they always
have something concealed,
not unlike dark shadows
of an eclipsed sun …
Nowhere left to hide

As the leaf said to the flower
“You’ve made me look so pretty”
As the flower said to the bee
“Quit sucking me dry”