Poem about Pain

This poem is about the one companion that has been the most loyal throughout my life and has always been there. It has hurt me. At a time in my life I hurt myself so that I could control it. It has taken so many loved ones away from me by virtual of existing in my life, for when they see my state they are driven away, Then Pain mocks me further by it's hurt from their loss in my life.

We are born out of the pain of another, and then experience are own, some more than others. Pain comes in many forms and manifestations. Physical or mental Illness, mourning, heartache, injury etc. But whatever form it takes, it hurts.

When I was a child something happened to me that hurt me, someone did things to me that made me live with a pain that I am unable to rid myself of, full of shame, hatred, bitterness, and sarcasm. Love and trust were erased and they became expression of lies and distrust. Love was a dirty word for me.


Pain, my old foe

And my closest friend

From my birth you were right there

And now here at my end



I smiled before I felt your touch

Now all I have are tears

Childhood memories, just too much

Still live with all those fears



Pain, I know so well your hate

That hurts my heart

With endless aches

And in my life you always said:

“I love you”

Then I was left for dead



Pain, so cruel, so cold, so long

Like hell, that stings, so harsh, so strong

And in my darkened, tainted state

My screams are 40 years too late

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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thanks :)


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Rosemay50 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

You are not alone, there are so many who deal with the same pain.

Go and read my As Phoenix Rising From the Ashes

Ditch the hate, I mean it get rid of that hate, it is a desease eating away at you. I am not asking you to forgive and you will never forget but the 'hate' keeps it alive

I ask 4 questions

Does that person know you hate them?

Does that person care that you hate them?

Is that person still alive?

Who is that hate hurting?

The only person the hate is hurting is you, if you can see how pointless hating is and stop hating you will as if a weight has been lifted from you. I promise.


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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thank you. I am needed by a lot of people, but as I have said before to others who say "so many people need you", being needed and being wanted are two different things aswell.


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Express10 4 years ago from East Coast

Your poem is gripping. I agree with mariale2003, while you are alive you can keep fighting to CREATE your own happiness within your life and show your beautiful children your resiliency. They learn by example. Sometimes it is only through bad experiences that we truly realize how strong we are. It was only once I had knowledge of what I could survive, that I had the impetus to actually thrive. These two states are completely different, one requiring more effort but yielding much more reward.


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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thank you.


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mariale2003 4 years ago

Is never gonna be late, while you still breathing you can make a desition of keep fighting with the pain or finaly let it go, is nothing in our past that we can "un do" or live in the fantasy that if that or this would happend, is time to surrend yourself to that horrible pain and hug that child that live inside of you and give him all the love he need right now...your own love for yourself will help you to heal and let that pain go. Believe in you, in youself ,in love and everything around you will change....big hug and tons of love for you my friend!!!

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