the duality of pain and pleasure

my body aches as if I stand
on a carpet of nails and broken glass while my head
makes me think of sweet memories



Poetry by Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-12-29 at 12:48

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Whew, Albert, I feel this poem in my bones. I really like that you end with sweet memories. Onward! Happy New Year!
Sincerely,
Melinda
2025-12-29