Pain
Pain knows no neighbour.
Pains knows no friend.
Pain knows no bond.
All it does, is hurt.
It doesn’t ask for any consent, it does what it came to do. It becomes the host of the body, mind and soul.
It controls your movement and speech.
How can something be so in charge?
Why does it rule so easily?
And, why does Pain know our hearts so well?
It’s spoken or unspoken words.
It’s the space between people.
It’s the wandering imagination.
It’s the smallest things that lead to it.
Why can’t we get used to it?
Why does it feel new each time?
Will we ever get used to it?
I don’t think so.














