Pain

If I knew the pain would feel like this

Would I have talked of love.

My father never told me the nail

Would feel like this.

I was so unprepared

Hanging in pain, ashamed, in sorrow.

Does it make it less to say I do it for you.

Better that than feel alone.

So stupid to talk of love among lizards

And those so barely human,

They call me God

While I always called myself a child.

Yet now I suppose I am a man

Dying.