Pain that forever, exists

Pain.

You never know when it gushes through your veins

And seeps into your consciousness

Killing every happy memory

Every joyous thought

All that remains is the gnawing pain

Scratching the insides of your heart

So many faces

Known and unknown

Yet, the crowd exists only on the physical plane

Mentally, emotionally

Feeling so dreadfully alone

Combating this endless cycle of sorrow

That inflates at an alarming rate

You can scream

You can clutch your hands into tight fists

And imagine it to squeeze out the sting

Or the life out of your being

So difficult for both to exist side by side

Yet they do

Yet, they have always done

Does the strength lie in endurance

Or in the courage it takes to escape one’s fate

No matter

For till there is but one breath left

There will be bliss

There will be pain

Author's Note

Any suggestions for an alternative title?

Reviews

[TJ]

i loved this poem. pain is such a big part of our life from birth to death. there are few constants in life and that is one of them. the imagery in this was amazing and i loved how beautifully you worded everything.
the title should simply be "Pain"

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Simply Pain....dunno not very good with titles myself. But regardless, still a great write!

[stars are far]

i think in this line :"You can clutch you hands into tight fists"
it should be your hands not you
but otherwise it is fantastic :)
i loved that

[Reborn A Phoenix]

no leve the title as it is. it cought my attion. and i enjoyed the poem. to me it express the whole meaning of pain.

[Myenigma]

pain is everywhere and strenght is the endurance to overcome it. I enjoy reading this :)

[stars are far]

i loved this poem !!
and the title attracted me !!
Really nice and great work !!

[Helpless]

very telling lines of truth!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Title are hard with poem like this one. Many strong points were made and could be used for the title. I like the title. "There will be bliss and there will be pain."
I like the logic in your words. You are correct. We will learn bliss and pain for us to understand when we have something that is good. A excellent poem.
Coyote






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