Pain

Pain is art . The emotions it takes apart. Pain is the inspiration an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation Pain is the thief ,that comes between couples too , So is family at the hands of a tycoon . Pain is fairless ,yet painful. Pain is lifeless ,and dauntful . It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west , Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst . It is what made you sob , And yet strong . Pain has left you and I parentless, So are the faces you see helpless . Pain is the enemy , The he who comes not knocking , While you are the edge of seventh heaven . He is not scared ,but can surely turn you a Raiven I am Me and I'm the poet I am the paper ophan I am the letters ,bold Inspired ,streched up from grieve And I am the victim of pain