You would think that after many years, pain would change.
How naive.
It doesn't change,
it is forgotten but it doesn't change.
But maybe in a way it does.
When the forgotten pain is remembered,
another pain from the present will add on top.
Does it get better?
It never does,
not for a long time.
Life gives us a brief escape,
then struck us down again.
It's the way of life,
how would joy be felt if pain doesn't come.
In moments of happiness be wary but not too much,
because pain still comes.
After a long time.
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Infracto Animo
Poetrya compilation of halfheartedly written poems or rambles and thoughts under dark skies.