Pain is a Prison

Another Random poem written for the Horror Poems Writing Group. Enjoy and let me know what YOU think its about...

Pain is a Prison

 

The mind

Wet with the crimson tide

Perceives

All life with each side

 

Torn nerves

The crimson tide starts rushing

Blood Drips

But only our nerves start gushing

 

Shredded

Our tissue and skin spews

Irrelevant

Until our brains receive the news

 

Pain exists

To keep us from ending our lives

It’s the prison

Trapping us from the other side

 

Overcome

The pain is only in your brain

Don’t think

That it’s the only thing keeping you sane

 

You're Told

"This life -- is it, it’s all"

To think

That pain, is the end, it’s a wall

 

If some

Sit through flames and feel nothing at all

Why think

That pain is some universal law?

 

What if

We all knew that pain was a lie?

Imagine

The effects as it alters our lives

 

Each day

Not a panic, but a lack of fear

Why live

If the afterlife is oh so near?

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Well I was not the first to find this, but nevertheless I will give my two cents. I had two diffent thoughts as I read this, first off. It's excellent. Good flow, great word choice. Secondly, during the first half of the poem my thoughts were with someone who just had an accident of some sort. As the poem went on I started to take it as a more literal translation of how the human body works. From the processing of pain and the reaction one's body has. So, maybe it's a mix of both, but this is a good write and a great read. Well done.

[Eric Cox]

This is a very interesting, creatively done poem about pain, how it affects us and the desire to overcome it. Very unique. This is a cool write.