Colin F. Jones

PAIN

She walks out of agony like a dream,
Like a shadow in a lighted beam,
Like a soldier from a battlefield,
With bowed head and broken shield.
She walks proudly in her gown,
Beauteous makeup hides her frown,
And all who see her like her smile,
But that’s raw courage; that’s her style.
And yet she comes to comfort me,
With love and passion given free,
That the pain deep in those eyes I see,
From all expressions quietly flee…
And while I feel so sad inside,
My love for her I do not hide.