How do you measure pain?, by Laura Alaniz

How do you measure pain?

All is relative and personal

Even with one’s own self

It is impossible to compare

As memory distorts pain

Different nerves screaming

To communicate to the brain

(2014)

#SickPoems

How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman

I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds

I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo