A budding writer's collection

Pain

There's pain in his face,

Pain that is the bridge— between his overgrown brows

There's pain held hostage in my throat,

As all the layers his pain hides beneath are unraveled.

This pain I feel,

The tears that fight— against the push from within

This pain I've known,

It is but a drop in the ocean of love I hold.

These eyes bear witness,

Mute spectators to his fight— to restore normalcy, however small

But the night remembers,

His sighs and groans as he applies a soothing balm,

Wishing there was one for his heart as well.

And pain wins the fight,

Tears alight from my eyes— regretting how blinded they were before

And the fire ignites as the tears flow in streams,

I scream at pain, challenge it to face me but leave him alone.