The Pain Poem by Allison Barnett

The Pain is the worst pain in the world
It is not merely the pain of a broken arm,
that heals with time
Nor is it the pain of a starving child,
that can be fed
This Pain attacks your soul,
and claws at it with furious fingers
There is only one thing strong enough to bring such pain
Love.
It is two-faced
Yes love is wonderful, glorious,
but only when it is returned
If love has left you abandoned,
then you know the Pain of which i speak
It twists you, ringing out every thought and emotion you dont want to think or feel
It punches you, knocking out the happiness that was left
It squashes you, until you are no more than a hollow shell
It is then that the Pain fills you,
howling into your disembodied body
like a triumphant vortex
And you think you can still go on,
as long as you are filled with something,
you can seem to be basically human
But you're not.
Death merely stands before you,
and you throw yourself at him,
begging with the last thread of sanity
you have left
to take you with him
Anywhere.
For some, he obeys their wishes
he ends their pain, and releases
their beaten and battered souls
into the blissful unknown.
But he does not end your suffering,
simply casting your clinging hands
off his white cloak.
That is the last time you cry,
the last time you feel emotion at all
After all, if Death doesn't want you,
who will?