Pain Poem by Jeremy Peterson

The sun was rising once more
between the teeth of the mountains
Yet, I could not feel the warmth
that usually fills the air

The bitterness and coldness,
resting inside the house
suddenly gets warmer
of each passing second

Heat begins to seep
down beneath my skin
For seconds,
For seconds that turn into minutes
And minutes that turn into hours
Hours that turn into days
Days that turn into weeks
Weeks that turn into months
Months that turn into years
Years that turn into decades
Decades that turn into centuries
For Centuries of never ending agony

Of never ending pain
The kind of pain that can never be banished
The kind of banish that never leaves a mean person
The kind of person that will never know love