Pain is an intoxicant,
It blots the Past –
It is the Present alone which you feel,
Pain never lets you think –
Of what the relief might lead you into!
It is just the relief that matters
Relief from pain – Absence of pain
Sometimes, resembles peace.
Pain is welcome to some!
It helps people to concentrate,
Self-torture by Saints and Sages – A path
Chosen to attain freedom from the body!
Pain acts as a safety release –
You feel pain intensely then you feel no more,
It reaches a zenith immediately
Plunges again into the deepest nadir
Where everything is made oblivious and
You float free among stars in space!
It is always pain and blackout,
Pain and unconsciousness
Pain is ever associated with
Feeling no more!
Pain helps you forget, it blunts your senses
Fills the eye with tears and heart with hopelessness!
Pain is indeed an – Intoxicant!
The research done by the poet is capable of getting her a doctrate's degree in PAIN; excellent work, angelina!
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an excellent write on pain...and the pain inside is the worst though it is mostly self inflicted...we ought to make ourselves resistant to such pain