The Feelings, Of Pain.
My pains has grown wings, splashing an ocean
It's depth is an ocean of emotion
The length is the sky of agitation
The pain is the pain friendly aggr'ssion.
Love righteousness and be judged with deceit;
Ros'ly balmed with sweetness of true deceit
and the flavour of revenge that'll be sweet
Hence, one, two, three, yea, earthy-gross conceit.
The pain is a shallow pit, feebly strong_
It folds hands of ticks in sounds of a gong,
It emit smoke, like blood, like flame, lifelong;
Pain is a pong, tongue of song for the wrong.
It's needful to feel the needless feelings_
Pricking the deeper outer of earthlings;
Renting a shadow at noon; the feelings
of pain, hurting, saddening, to cloudy beings.
"words from the innocent mind"