Tom Bell Poet Free verse

The Power of Pain

pain is a mover,
and a shaker,
stirs one to action
to escape its evil claws

It has its own schedule-
and mocks your attempts
to deal with it
and it never takes a pause

Its tendrils spread throughout-
as certain bastions of misery-
scattered all about-
the fortress of agony

you can try to ignore it,
but never successfully,
or fight it with med's
but you will be forced to see
such efforts are so useless,
It was what was meant to be

you can't reason with it,
just endure it until
it's had its merry fill
of sadistic persecution,
don't let it break your will

alone I battle
fear of death
at times
creeps into my thoughts....

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