Pain

Pain,

in all it's myriad of guises,

haunts me each day.

 

Pain

like a rip current,

pointless to fight it,

just keep your head up and breathe,

it will spit you out at the end

and you can wearily make your way to shore

.

Pain,

in all it's searing agony,

saps all creativity,

steals coherent thought,

all you can do is survive.

 

Pain,

like a pounding, throbbing monster,

trying to steal your soul;

liquid lava,

burning agony ,

can't sleep, can't eat

just try to survive.

 

Some days pain wins,

and off to bed I go;

but most of the time,

I win;

and life goes on.

Reviews

[Moflo]

Nicely written poem here. I like your message and your last line sums it all up perfectly: "Life goes on." Great job.

Also I think "kepp" should be "keep."