_pain_ Poem by Paris Thulare

Pain is art.
Pain will take your emotions apart.
Pain is the inspiration,
an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation

Pain is the thief, that comes between couples too,
So is family at the hands of a tycoon.
Pain is fairless, yet painful.
Pain is lifeless, and dauntful.
It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west,
Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst.
It is what made you sob,
And yet strong.

Pain has left you and I parentless,
So are the faces you see, helpless.
Pain is the enemy,
The he who comes not knocking,
While you are the edge of seventh heaven.
He is not scared, but can surely turn you a Raiven

I am Me and I'm the poet
I am the paper ophan
I am the letters, bold
Inspired, streched up from grieve
And I am the victim of pain