When the unknown dwells within.
I prefer to write than read.
Pain is always rising to meet the surface.
Do we prefer to die than bleed?

The depth of pain is hard to fathom.
Need it grow?
Surely its an enemy worth fighting
But I have not a weapon to show.

I am defenceless against its peril.
And surely you stand to face the same.
No glistening weapon of glory to save us all.
One way or another I'll find my flame.

Exploring my pain in full colour.
Noting every little Mark.
Pain runs less deep with a
Flash light in the dark.