Sunday, October 5, 2008

Pain

A little cry of anguish
And then I feel
My heart swell up with tears
For I have been hurt again.
I cry out in rage:
Why me, when there are others
In this vast world,
Why should they give me only pain?

Pain, pain and pain,
What is this pain?
But a feeling in the heart
Of hard pins crushing it,
Taking out the blood
With a force unimaginable.
I cry out in rage,
For I have been hurt again.

What can I do
But bear this pain?
For to take revenge
Is not always sane;
I struggle to revive
That delicate heart of mine.
And to make it beat
With all past joys.

And I know
That never again
My heart shall be
Tremulous, plaintive,
But beating with strength
Unafraid, joyful,
Ready to give back
What it got from another.

The world is full of pain,
Surrounded by it,
Engulfed in it,
And vibrating with it.
But it too can be
Powerfully conquered
For pain doesn’t live
Where joy resides.

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