Pain,
It never gets old.
It keeps on going,
Traveling throughout this world uncontrolled.
Finding it's happy place,
For it's next victim to mock until they get old.
We never get used to it,
It hurts us,
Every bit.
When someone warns you they'll go missing,
And you now know they weren't kidding.
And finally we're reminded of how much this world is dead.
Pain,
The word that hurts to say,
Pain,
Surrounding us like a mold of clay.
And one day we'll leave,
This creation full of suffering,
And we'll be with God in a new world,
Unchained by pain.