The Essence of Pain

Pain has no creed, color or race.

Death its sister, pleasure its date.

Allergic to love, addicted to hate.

Self doubt, broken hearts it will leave in its wake.

Our pain then becomes the eternal fire

which attacks our hearts,

minds and souls.

Blocking our dreams and destroying

our goals.

Until we search within ourselves,

bridging the gap between heaven and hell.

Rising above its poisonous grip.

Regaining our pride and our will to live.

The essence of pain yes curable at best,

But remember it’s up to you

to pass that test. Never give up!

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Dexter Yarbrough 5 years ago from United States

Very insightful and inspirational poem. Thanks for sharing.

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cynamans 5 years ago from Washington DC Author

No, thank you Dexter for taking the time to read my post, I'm glad you liked my poem.

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giftedwriter86 5 years ago from new castle ,de

i think this is a very good piece of writing!

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