Pain As a Duel

I've spoken about, How pain can act as a fuel, To drive one's creativity, Like a prospector does a mule, Now it is time, to visit the other side, Cause from truth, we know One can not long be able to hide, Pain as a duel, A duel between life and death, Pain is no fool, It can encourage your last breath, When it becomes, The primary focus of your life And agony, Becomes your unwanted wife, When each breath, brings unbearable pain, At the point where death, Is attractive, Like a desert's rain How does one justify, If this is right, or this is wrong, Don't tell me, now, That I've got to be strong... Seems sometimes, to me An eternal rest, Far more attractive than this, I wonder, just what, if anything, Could I possibly miss? If God would grant me one day, Without my grimace of pain, Perhaps I'd rethink this, And never flinch again.