Until You Know the Color of Pain
There’ll always be
tomorrow without her,
him,
you,
or me.
Pay no attention to the fall of Icarus.
Look no further than
the darkest corner.
Shredded by the scissoring gust.
A spider with a heavy heart
mending her web,
after tempest fades.
Bleakness, rupture, hidden
under glorious blue sky.
Sorrow is the place to dwell.
Naked, uncoated,
the home of
tears,
the dawn of happiness.
Lin Wen Chao has been published in 28 poetry journals in the U.S., U.K. and Taiwan (2 in the U.K., 1 in Taiwan). In addition, many of his poems won or were selected as honorable mentions in 8 different poetry contests.
There’ll always be
tomorrow without her,
him,
you,
or me.
Pay no attention to the fall of Icarus.
Look no further than
the darkest corner.
Shredded by the scissoring gust.
A spider with a heavy heart
mending her web,
after tempest fades.
Bleakness, rupture, hidden
under glorious blue sky.
Sorrow is the place to dwell.
Naked, uncoated,
the home of
tears,
the dawn of happiness.
Lin Wen Chao has been published in 28 poetry journals in the U.S., U.K. and Taiwan (2 in the U.K., 1 in Taiwan). In addition, many of his poems won or were selected as honorable mentions in 8 different poetry contests.
