PAIN

Any small fissure or fracture

Is an opportunity for pain to

Wriggle inside, clawing a tunnel

Through any sane sanctuary it comes across.

 

Like a hawk, it spots any speck

Of terror or panic, cramping your

Tranquility until it becomes claustrophobic,

Creating chaos in every crack and crevis.

 

If it finds a hole in your dam of

Protectiveness, it will obliterate you

Walls, eroding each and every

Barrier of confidence, valor and self-esteem.

 

Pain is real, and only a sick, twisted

Soul would never think twice before creating it.

 

Pain isn't just an illusion- it's a scrape,

A jarring of the nerves, or the horrid,

Silent, and piercing shatter of a broken heart,

Moaning.

 

It's moreover a principle, not an emotion,

Because emotions are spurred by your surroundings.

It's simply there, eternal, like background music

You ignore until you want to feel it.

 

Pain is.