INSENSITIVE TO PAIN

I am insensitive to pain, deep deep deep down
Pain of shouts, of checks, of then and now
A dead mimosa,  trampled,  crushed, withered
It's huge hands that slowly closes slowly bothered

I have a contrite heart and mind and soul
A heart once of merry of cheer of gold
A soul carries tales of sweet sorrows
The remnant of meekness it didn't borrow

I'm crippled in pangs, entangled in saddles of pain
That stalks, lingers, like a stubborn stain
Deceitful destructive words, deeds, that devour
Tongues that waddle, as if to craddle every hour

I know the taste of pain, it's like a twist, sprain
Through the troughs and crests of life's lane
The cares, scars, scorns, and scratches
The injuries, festered and fouled wounds like patches

The paint of unforgiving and a hash world
The color of the bizzare world, loud as a bird
So let my pains heal and my stains flee
That I may wander forever free