Hurt is a funny thing
Hurt is a funny thing
a lonely pressing on the chest,
weighing too tons

a silent, secret criminal
no one really knows
the pure pain, hidden
inadequacy creeping
around rejection, the hurt.

sleepless nights and disbelief
a sort of insanity.

tears, sneaking tears
and cutting words
quaking
all over

hurt, the odd crime
robs the heart of hope
resonates
and lingers...

9/9/01