There Comes a Day

There comes a day when

Writing about it

Is no longer of use

~

There comes a day when

The pen’s ink

Is burnt-bisque blood

Staining the page

With the silhouette

Of an old wound

~

There comes a day when

You find out

Pain is a peculiar pleasure

~

There comes a day when

It’s no longer

Of any use

~

There comes a day when

You live instead