Pain
Pain
Is a four letter word
Distress, grief, Torture, agony, or hurt
A pulsing vein of putrid disdain
Pain
Is the succor to my existence
A base mongrel in my
Lofty edifice
Pain drags me back
To reality
To kindness and brutality
Lavishness and frugality
Ordinary and extraordinary
To all the attachments and consciousness
PAIN
Drives the confines of time and life itself to
Dilate, develop, and swell to
Unimaginable absences
The unknown to become known,
The young to be grown,
And all to furnish their own.
The legacy of rain falling down,
Deeper than bone, down
I feel it, down!
Piercing the tissue of pure imagination
With no inclination of stopping
It never stops dropping
The proud cloud of ignorance and desperation
And yet the blood and sweat
That make or break and shake a nation
For growing a name
For nothing to gain
The destruction of a life
The edge of a knife
The pinnacle of strife
Will this pain ever end?
The world may never know