Pain

Pain is a feeling,

A never miss.

Always around like an unforgiving best friend.

I fear her like an abusive spouse.

Pain breaks me down,

Leaves me weak,

It is the reason you find me withered on my needs.

She is so unforgiving,

And I always ask Pain why she loves me,

Yet I never get an answer.

She only beats me harder in places the eye can’t see.

I drown in her

Like you drown in the blood of a punctured lung.

Suppose my heart isn’t the only thing bleeding anymore.

Pain, she always hangs around.

Even when I feel love touch my lips,

Pain, she leaves me with such ugly scars.

She leaves me broken and grotesque inside.

I wish you were physical.

Maybe then I could put ice on that.

I wish it was visible

So I could call for help.

She said I could cry all I want

But she’ll always be there.

• Brenau
• pain
• poetry