Pain

"Lonely Stranger" photo by thecdman. thecdman has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

Photo by thecdman. thecdman has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

It’s what drives us insane
The emotional and physical receptors
All that the body takes in
To some, it is a daily specter
From a cut to the loss of love
An argumentative bout, to that of a punch with a clenched glove
‘Tis an incurable disease, one that can tease

However, there is a final solution, one that can solve the pollution
Shake its hand, and make the stand
Steady your hand, and drive the blade deep
Let everything spill, and soon there will be nothing left to keep

You can feel all pain, and loss leave
As the others welcome you before, you made your journey
Make room, for the others that will soon join too

What you gave up
When your heart stopped
Was what tried to help you
Though pain was as two faced and cruel
It helped too, as you’ve lost the duel
The cycle will repeat as you’ve only added fuel

To the fire
It will spread and consume
To the far reaches of those who tire
Of the pain, your new tomb
When there is a cure
We may yet be pure
Until then, all we know is pain

Robert J. S. T. McCartney
A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group

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