Hurt me not, in retaliation to your hurt,
for the hurt would return manifold,
and hurt you some more.

Keep absorbing all the hurt you can,
and bury it in private,
in your own little graveyard.

Absorb till you fill your sponge,
and squeeze it,
into the stillness of the night.
And wait eagerly, for the promise,
that dawn always beholds.