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