Emile Pinet

Hoping The Pain Ceases

I was born in a small town, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada,. The third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. I’m the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a controlling, physically abusive father, verses a loving mother. Many of my poems reflect the uniqueness and…






In the heart of winter's cold,
your smile was like a warm breeze.
And you wooed me with hope,
overcoming my defenses with ease.

I believed you were different,
from all the others I knew.
And I even thought you loved me,
when I fell in love with you.

I looked to you for my strength,
you were the rock I clung to.
Yet like a pillar of stone,
your heart's made of granite too.

Stripping truth of value,
you simply threw it away.
And then concocted stories,
lying to me day after day.

And I retreated into myself,
hiding, hoping the pain ceases.
Yet it still hurts deep inside,
for my heart's shattered to pieces.

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