PAIN.
Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain.
A lot say that they know what it's,
But not a lot know how it feels.
Praying it would be over,
Or just wishing your life would
Be over.
Days wishing the mornings,
Would turn to nights.
And darkness would engulf
The lights.
Many are the tears you shed,
All alone in the little shed.
Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain,
Heart pumping hard like it's about
To Burst, from the pains of
Your Broken Trust.
And your piece is Always shredded,
To pieces. Many a days you wish
You were dead, only to be brought
Back to reality by pains.
Your heart broken, only to be broken
Again. Pain, Pain, takes it toll on you,
Ostracizes you from your peers
And makes you slowly slide away.
Pain, Pain Births Hurt,
Hurt births pain. Pain is
Hurt, Hurt is Pain.
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Some beautiful verses that make you think, mortality is accompanied by pain, throughout life it walks hand in hand with the traveler, entering into its being, without letting it go, it is its prey and it will be until the end.
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Wow. This is an awesome, relatable poem. I'm a final year medical student, and there is an aphorism that we have in the medical field—“Pain is what the patient says it is.” Coz only the person feeling the pain truly gets it.
Additionally, I'll be making an entry into the Hive Open Mic community and I would tag you in the post. I hope you check it out. I'll be singing a song about a specific kind of pain that plenty can relate to.
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