The pain

Spur of the moment poem

The pain,

is slowly returning. 

Like a snake, 

slithers up out of no where, 

you can't tell it's there,

until it gets you in it's tight bind.

The pain, 

it eats away at your very being, 

gnawing away until barely anything is left,

then it suddenly stops and seems to disappear.

When you least expect it,

it will come slithering back,

and then it all begins again.

It seems to do this,

until you say,

that's it,

I'm done.

Once your soul is nearly done,

it leaves in the blink of an eye. 

It leave you but strikes one that is close to you, 

almost as if saying,

"an eye for an eye"!

The pain, sorrow, and regret, 

will continue to attack in this brutal cycle, 

till the end of time, 

it shall remain until the end,

of all mankind.

Author's Note

spur of the moment thing

Reviews

[Kenaz]

Good writing, but I am not a fan of this work. I don't think the pain exists for the entire human race. Everyone is different in their ways. Sorry, don't let this take away from your writing. I just encourage you to write me a happy poem. Thank you :)

[Emma Marie Taylor]

I love how you said, 'it will come slithering back' I got an image of an evil black snake-like thing wrapping around someone's head. It totally captures what this poem is about. Really good!