Pain. Pain's just there.
Maybe you didn't see it. Maybe you couldn't feel it.
But it was always there. Slinking under the surface.
Snake in the grass.
And so when it struck, were you surprised?
You didn't see it? Or did you ignore it,
Hope it would leave on it's own?
Die out.
Pain is always there. Always has and always will be.
Pain's a constant. Pain's a virtue. Pain is there. Waiting, fangs poised.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
