Event Horizon - Pain Poem by Betty Stoneman

Some types of pain could never truly be forgiven
Because the hurt can never be forgotten
Lurking underneath the still, calm surface
Cold darkness suffocates
A constant and deceptive reminder
Perpetually intertwined, ingrained in your being
An ache that not only supplies a haunting memory
But provides the basis of your existence
And drastically alters the course of your life forever
Ideologies and emotions compiled
Molded by the lingering act
Cleverly disguised in every word spoken
Souring with bitterness each laugh
It stares indifferently without remorse
From an aging reflection
Scars formed by unrestrained emotion
Etched by a razor as ink
In a diary made of flesh
Each with its own date and memory
An internal event horizon
In which no experience escapes its grasp
To be asked to relinquish it
Is to request you kill a piece of yourself
The impossibility of partial suicide
No mistaken affection prevents the death
Simply self preservation
And an ignorance of life without the pain