Tag: pain

We Dont Bite



We watch how the sun sinks
Behind the world and the way it
finally goes away, and how it helps darkness take hold,
And how it pushes all light away, away towards madness; towards
The end all sanity.

I wake to the darkness gone.
To birds chirping
To the sun melting
To the sun rays beaming
To the cats meowing
To the me creaking
To the fish begging
To the wife goodbying
To the air warming.

My bones are hurting
More than normal;
And memory easily
Reminds me of painless
Days;
Then sadness it smiles,
It looks haughty,
For it knows
It has done its job well.

Its getting close to the day’s end
And the sun has been frightened
Away again. Running behind hills
And oceans and jungles and ice mountains.
Yo Sun! Dont be scared. We
Dont bite!

A hernandez 11 18 2025





My Photo

That Damn Fly

i hurt my back today
chasing that damn fly
i had earlier hurt it this way
now all i want to do is die
and not feel this way.

damn fly
i swung at it
and split my muscles in the upper back
and that is no joke jack
i can barely move
i’v lost my groove
whata hell i’m gonna do?

7 11 2023 A. Henandez

Photo by Thierry Fillieul on Pexels.com

The Best Kind of Hurt

I am hurt.

Deeply hurt.

My feet my mind my back my knees hurt.

What does one expect?

After taking 18000 steps,

With grandchildren all around you,

At a park full of wonders and animals all around you.

It was a perfect day.

With pain waiting in the wings,

To creep up on me the next day.

A Hernandez 6 14 2023

my photo

The Enemy My Suffering

No matter where I go

I feel the pain, the

Suffering.

I have learned to live side by side,

Hand in hand with it.

Like a good friend.

Smiles on my face

Look out of place.

And sometimes

That grip is so tight,

So hurtful.

Oh, pain and suffering.

Please forgive me for

Laughing in your presence.

Please forgive me for my

Misjudgments

I know it hurts to speak

But I speak because I need

The hurt. I need to be reminded

Of the pain. The suffering.

I need to not forget.

I have to remember.

I need that painful grip.

A. Hernandez 9 7 2022

My Abstraction

MY AGONY IS MY PLACE

Agony by Alycia Ryan
Agony by Alycia Ryan

Into darkness, with no help at all, i try to find some hope, some sort of hope,

Though the eyes I see are blue, I die. Though the lips I kiss are soft, I can not cope.

Why must i dwell in such a cold damp room?
Or am i to suffer; is this my doom?

Are there coals somewhere for i to cuddle to?
Must i lord be given such a gloomy due?

I walk on painful feet to reach a heaven, just to be spit on when i reach this place.
Is bad news for what i have striven, or is this what my life is, this lovely face.

(Could be that i ask for more than i need)
Will i ever be free of strife?
Free of the bonds that misfortune loves to feed?
(Could be that i ask for to much in my life)

Art Hernandez 10-3-1995

Walking down the lane, With that same pain

(Pain is a constant for me. I live with it most of the time. Bare with it. Put up with it. And I manage it when the pain is beyond putting up with it. The good thing about pain is that it reminds me I am alive. Below is an art piece by my daughter Melissa, using MS Paint. She was around 10 or 11 at the time. Early 2000s. Late 1990s.)

Bumble by Melissa Hernandez

It’s my knee

You see?

I have tried all sorts of pills,

Paid so many doctor bills,

When the walk down the lane,

Still that flocking pain

Remains.

A. Hernandez 1 /26 2022

Pills

Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com

I take the

Pills to calm my

Ills I Place the heat

On my back and sit back.

Wait for the pain in my soul

To just go. Sometimes slow

Sometimes no. I have a cup of

Joe , it helps. Watching the

Walking Dead helps. Ma cat

Helps. I love helpers.

I love my help.

A. Hernandez 12 / 2015