I inhale the Pain Knowing what’s to come The past, the present, one. It’s going to hurt, I know But I have to grow Otherwise I’ll go insane.
This strain of Pain is inhumane The smoke drops my body numb The smoke, the body, one. You can’t see a Heart glow When sunken so low, Flushed down the drain.
The Pain keeps you to entertain A reminder of how you lost the One The Pain, the Mind, one. And would you ever Love again as so? Or would it be safer not to know? The reality, preordained to remain in my brain till every last ounce of my membrane for all of days, restrained.
What do you take from this poem? For me, the truth/reality is hard to face, but not impossible. Is your pain similar?