From My Mind

Pain

Starting from a corner then engulfed entirely

Like a wall covered up with poison ivy

Creeping up with such ease

Ignorant on unseen pleas

Loud wailing or silent tears

Piercing scream or numbed senses

A chain of whimper or a dark hole

Changing the beliefs of a soul

It demands to be felt

Just like Augustus said

Its anguish could melt

A cold heart shred

It is part of the cycle

Like an old recital

Because there is no gain

 If there is no pain.