Pain

I wrote this while in physical and mental pain, and emotional discomfort. Pain can be horrible, but it's well worth the price. Without pain, you wouldn't know true happiness.

Pain

 

There's a pain, in my brain, that's making me insane.

Hotter than fire, a burning blue flame.

The anger that came makes me look for someone to blame, it's a shame I'm in shambles, vinegar flows through my veins.

I feel like a crushed bug, all that's left is a stain.

There's little to gain, I'm playing a game that will leave me falling like rain, pouring out my soul into someone's cup, as they drink my life away while I'm laughed at for being stupid enough to make a mistake.

Don't know when I'll break, my insides feel like a milkshake.

Trying to hide it feels fake, as my mind melts onto the floor, there is no more that I can do to stop it.

Solid clumps of my life used to be as sharp as a knife.

 Now they're dull as cardboard, once I soared like a kite, when everything was alright.

 But now I'm losing sight of my surroundings.

Almost blacking out from the itch inside my skull, now everything I was proud of is null.

This feeling has a name, pain, but there is so much more to it than that.

It's something you can never accept, but you can’t comprehend what others feel.

It's something people fear, but is so fickle and fluid that you can never understand it or know it until it hits you like a truck.

Or it could just be a pin prick, hurting for a moment, and then leaving.

Making you forget what you felt in the first place.

Pain can be physical, emotional, a trick of the mind, mental, and can be just about everything else too.

Pain can be so many things, there is an infinite number of ways to hurt, and even if you experience the exact same thing as someone else, it will feel different.

It's so unpredictable that you can never be prepared.

But I'll tell you about my pain, it can at least serve as an example.

My pain comes and goes, but is never noticed until it's right on top of me, beating me down until I push it away.

My pain is what keeps me from being forever hopeful, it takes away my hope every time it comes, leaving me waiting for the next time, until I forget about it, and am hit again by another wave of pain when I least expect it.

When I am hopeful once more, it reminds me of reality.

My pain is given to me by bad luck alone, there is never someone to blame.

My pain is a gift given that I never wanted, as a reward for having a good time.

My pain is unpredictable, there is no flow or rhyme.

 I want to forget my pain, and I always do when it leaves.

I only know how it feels while it happens.

 Pain is the only way to be happy, as it shows the difference between good and bad times.

 You would not be able to feel happiness or appreciate good times without bad ones, or pain.

It shows the way to be able to enjoy life, like a sign to take care, and realize that what you have could be taken away, giving your happier times true worth.

Pain is a bitter pill to swallow, but one that will heal your soul, making you capable of happiness.

Pain is a gift no one wants to receive, but without it, you wouldn't be able to feel happy.

So thank pain and welcome it like an old friend, even if it is uncomfortable, it is your ticket to a healthy life.

Author's Note

Please tell me about how you think of pain if you feel like commenting, I'd like to better understand pain, since all I know is my own pain.

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[mae23]

This is breathtaking. The way you connect with your reader by completely opening yourself up is a true feat. My writing is made of my feelings but I cannot ever connect with my reader the way you can. Amazing writing!

[Najam Us Saher]

I am speechless. I have never read such true and relatable poem on pain, misry, grief and restlessness. I too write many poems expressing how I feel but truly I can never write such heart touching poem. I loved these lines the most
My pain comes and goes, but is never noticed until it's right on top of me, beating me down until I push it away.
My pain is what keeps me from being forever hopeful, it takes away my hope every time it comes, leaving me waiting for the next time, until I forget about it, and hit again by another wave of pain when I least expect it.
When I am hopeful once more, it reminds me of reality.
My pain is given to me by bad luck alone, there is never someone to blame.
My pain is a gift given that I never wanted, as a reward for having a good time.

[Bee]

I like the way you emphasize the recognition that pain is a necessary and universal part of life, while still admitting that it's not something you'd ever ask to have.
For me, I have always been much more familiar with mental and emotional pain than the physical. Lately, I have actually come to appreciate moments of intense emotional stress as a welcome reprieve from listlessness and apathy, which I have somewhat ironically come to find much more difficult to bear than true "pain." But perhaps unwanted apathy is a kind of pain in itself; I suppose it depends on how you define it.