Pain.

pain.
have you ever thought about the word pain,
when i do the thoughts are like a long train,
without it there is nothing to gain,
with it you feel as if your going insane,
but what is pain,
is it something that leaves you in vain on an endless chain gasping for air again and again,
is it our souls making it bigger problem than as if it was grain of dirt, with a drop of rain that make a puddle again and again,
is it a mental illness that is meant to strain your mind causing bane again and again,
it’s really all a mind thing this in which we call pain,
you can train your mind to see the vain in the chain of feelings so that it contains a simple fix,
you can make the the grain of dirt mixed with rain dry up to try to obtain and gain,
you can take the feeling of an illness strain causing bane turn around and never remain the same,
but in the end what is pain,
does it exist,
or is it all in our heads,
is it all just a myth?

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Comments
A very interesting write and strong debut poem ! Well done :)
Nice write ?
Solid piece ? keep that flow ?
Lovely lines Cana. Welcome to cosmofunnel. Warm regards.