Just A Few Lines: Pain

Pain

The emotional and physical receptors

All that the body takes in

To some, it is a daily specter

From a cut, to the loss of love

An argumentative but, to that of a punch with a clenched glove

An incurable disease, that can tease

A final solution, that can solve the pollution

Shake its hand, and make the stand

Steady your hand, drive the blade deep

Let everything spill, soon there will be nothing to keep

You can feel the hurt, and loss leave

As you're welcomed by the others before you

Make room, for the others that will soon join too

What you gave up

When your heart stopped

Was what tried to help you

Though pain was as two faced and cruel

It helped too

As you've lost the duel

The cycle will repeat

You've only added fuel

To the fire

It will spread and consume

To the far reaches of those who tire

Of the pain, your new tomb

When there is a cure

We may be pure

Pain

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