PAIN

A mind sleeps on pain's fame
Yet pain is fair,
and fair is game
this pain weakens
laming and taming
From temple to nape
from heart to soul
Applause signed a farewell preach
Cause dined a goodbye speech
Pride preyed a child's pure heart
Color grayed a loving soul
Honor diced a perfect love

Stumped with pain he ached
Swamped with pain I gnawed
Can i unsay the said
so aching pain will go
so aching hearts wont grieve,
Helas...too late
As present possessions:
Are words that wreak pain
are regrets that seek pain
Dear heart, would you mend
Dear pain would you end
Dear words would you bend

My pain, His pain, Our pain...


My pain, His pain, Our pain...