The Hurt

Sometimes even darkness is too bright for the hurt
the inky black of the void is like a burst of magnesium
to the eye shut tight in fury

Some days the silence of the cosmos is too loud for the hurt
the shattering tear drop thundering across the infinite world
drives the mind into hiding

Somehow the softest touch is too cruel for the hurt
the most gentle, loving embrace crushing you and boiling your blood
it's why we push away

Someday the senses will dull and abandon the hurt
this life becomes manageable and the arm can reach the hand
the legs will find feet and walk on