Bpain Chosen Or Not Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Let me tell you of pain
Cuts and bruises of ego
Slashes and cinew of mind
Fashioned of our own clay
Moistened by our own tears
Often dull and intractable
Often fleeting and tumoric
Always safe and secure
Leeching saved souls
Incubating in delight
So many faces of disguise
Nurtured by breasts of denial
In a world brimming of beauty
Choosing home with the pain
Many elements of blank
A future in to itself
Expanding the time
Gamuts of eternity
When shall we
Ever learn
Pain
Often
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