Pain

A life is taken,
A person is gone,
A soul is lost,
We can’t go on.

A blade is drawn across the skin,
The ooze of blood takes me in.
The pain is harsh yet wonderful,
The pain of life is plentiful.
Life is hard, cruel, and unkind.
Death is an unspoken truth brought with time.

My heart races,
The clouds laugh,
My ears ring with screams,
The lightning cracks,
And everything is unseen.

The future lies,
The past remains,
What’s lost is lost,
And what’s gained is gained.

Peoples stares speak unkind words,
People’s snares hiss wicked words,
But we wash them away,
Each and everyday and start a new.

And again:
A life is taken,
A person is gone,
A soul is lost,
But we can go on.