House of Pain


 House of Pain by Maria Fokas

 In the house of pain the music plays softly.

There are books scattered in every corner of each room.

The lights are always dimmed but the scented candles never lit.

There is writing on the walls: Beware things could be Worse –

In the house of pain no one complains about silly things like the taste of food.

A stormy day is one when we do not listen,

The hour of fun is one when we do not speak.

In the house of pain there are no cries in the middle of the night –

No one gets down on their knees and we all forgive our enemies.

In the house of pain we have many visitors but no one stays too long –

But there was one I recall; he said,

“Let me in, and kiss me” – And he stayed for the whole day.

© Maria Fokas 2014 /All Rights Reserved

12 comments

  1. This tale is a curse of mine for the wicked not the frail.
    Pain paints a new reality in contemporary lines very modern by design.
    The treachery universe the phrases of a sacred curse

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