Pain
Ever present yet unexpected
Hand in hand
With loss
With fear
And with realization
The realization
That every beginning has an end
That love is uncertain
That life is too short.
Sadness
The maker and the product
Of pain
Like a foreign army
Or a plague
It invades our hearts
It hollows us
It leaves us lesser.
Anger
The unproductive counter
To pain
Mans way of release
Retribution
Vengeance.
Hate
The ultimate
It destroys the being
The heart
The soul.
All of these
Start with pain
As they end with pain
The incurable
The unavoidable
Pain.
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