you have made a lover of your pain,
hugging it close: a drowning man
clinging to a stone.
you pet and feed it; it bites your hand.
you hug it closer; its teeth find bone.
you don’t complain.
you claim to live your life alone,
but Fear is your wife — dull and plain:
you’re a married man.
— GPL Aug 2005 D. A. Clarke