Pain

Pain

It awakens us to our own mortality

Warns of things soon to come.

But what is to be done when it’s not reality

The source of it already done.

 

Pain is a messenger, its meaning simple.

Like the curling of lips, the appearance of a dimple.

But this meaning is different when seen from afar

How am I to heal, for you were my star.

 

Death is a mystery, shrouded in pain

It often comes without warning and is hard to explain.

It takes those that mean most, impaling the heart

My psyche feels raped; I don’t know where to start.

 

Rest easy old one, you were in pain

You had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

But answer me this, is it better to feel?

Is pain what lets you know that something is real?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I am an old fart with ten years under my belt of constant all-over physical pain . . . I can tell ya, living with this curse has most certainly trained me to focus on other things, simple pleasures. Transient pain can be treated with something, but lifelong pain only responds to our mental commitments. Now to your poem. I think some people are in painful relationships & they confuse this with the concept in your last line, as if a relationship is somehow "real" becuz it's often painful. I don't agree with that one. But I do like the way you show us the different "uses" for pain (& I do believe there's someone pulling the strings & teaching us thru pain) . . . good choices of examples & good descriptions of how it happens.

[Christian Bonoan]

Is pain what lets you know that something is real?

that last line is reality, this poem speaks to me!
I love this poem! thanks for sharing this excellent poem here :)
I'm looking forward to your future works :)

Christian

[J.M. Wise]

Thanks, Christian. Your works feel a bit more abstract than mine but I would love to collaborate on some sort of literary work

[Christian Bonoan]

I would love to do a collaboration :)