Pain scares us


Pain we deny it


Pain we cover it and we mask it


Pain is in us
we ignore it


this is my skin


my skin covers the veins
in veins, pain flows


Red


Red is the color of my pain
Red is hidden


at night I wear ear-plugs
no external noise bothers my sleep


SILENCE


In the silence I hear the beat of my heart
and the flow of my blood


in the silence, I hear my pains
flowing at the rhythm of a beat


no kids crying, no pigs being slaughtered
no women being raped, no starving men asking me for money


SILENCE...


my silent pains flowing in me...


...silently


...invisibly


clear, aseptic skin
detailed as we've never seen it


skin to hide my sins


my sins are my pain


to feel it makes me ashame
to feel it embarasses me


skin that protects me from the sight of my own blood:
my pains


blood is pain
and pain hurts


Blood flows in our veins


in the complete silence of the night,


no external sound,
just Me
in the silence


just silence


the flow of the blood in our veins determines the threshold of our silence


the flow of the pain determines the threshold of our silence
the deeper the pain, the higher the threshold

and the threshold becomes our censure