Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


my pain is real.
my anger is real.
the question is:
how does the one
flow from the other?
how can i still be angry
at pain suffered
so long ago?
did cruel treatment
from classmates
half-a-century ago
hurt me so badly
that the wounds
still pain me today?
was damage from my parents
so awful that i have yet to recover?
perhaps it was my ex-wife,
nearly half my lifetime ago?
how does my pain
lead to this endless anger?
and how do i learn
to tell it,

┬ęTA Barnhart August 9, 2020