Neither a word
Nor a feeling.
It's intangible
But
It's alive
Indescribable yet,
Able to cause sufficient damage
Equivalent to a single life.
Just a single day
Hundreds and thousands
Die
From the wrath
Of Pain.
In the mercy
Of its insatiable desire.
At times
Strength from it
Though mostly
destructive
No amount of mitigation
Or medication
Will cease its existence
For pain is real
And so are you.
(C.C)
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Neither a word
Nor a feeling.
It's intangible
But
It's alive
Indescribable yet,
Able to cause sufficient damage
Equivalent to a single life.
Just a single day
Hundreds and thousands
Die
From the wrath
Of Pain.
In the mercy
Of its insatiable desire.
At times
Strength from it
Though mostly
destructive
No amount of mitigation
Or medication
Will cease its existence
For pain is real
And so are you.
(C.C)
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