Queen of Pain

Upon these rocks I stand in truth
Once haunted, tormented and taunted
By wild oats so foolishly sown in my youth
Sown carelessly, sown recklessly,

I should have know, that though much sorrow
Through much pain, that as I grew older
And oh so much colder
I would be sweeping the earth
With my new crowned reign
For now I've become
THE QUEEN OF PAIN.

I have become an ageless face
A soul disquieted in a restless sea
And now my spirit has survived another life
Another time, Via..... Vie.

I have wondered among the ruins
Of broken hearts and shattered destinies
And now I wonder beyond the shadows
With my new given name
THE QUEEN OF PAIN.

No longer are the ultimate realities
Perfection, life, death important to my being
If so wouldn't it be a lie to myself?
A momentary ego fantasy.

So I walk with the inheritance of the ancient one
Which is protected with great care
Sanctified by the eagle feather placed in my hair
Blood bonding ties, communication though green eyes.

Knowing that I can have no more than one tomorrow at a time
I can experience each season, each change of the weather
From one type of sunshine today, and tomorrow the rain
Rightfully I stand
THE QUEEN OF PAIN

At night, while at the level of the earth
In my lightness I am free of the atmosphere
Free to be enraptured by enchanted dreams
of love that can be shared, or nightmares to those who
So foolishly without care become the nasty remains
of the hungry anger so carefully trained
TO THE QUEEN OF PAIN

Wild oats I have sown have grown and grown
They have caused me much sorrow, much pain
They grow up to haunt you, they torment, they taunt you
Those wild oats so foolishly sown in our youth
Now rendered over to be so much older
And oh, so much colder
I stand alone
Yet, I stand
THE QUEEN OF PAIN.


Jean Flournoy
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