Pain Is
Pain is the sharp feeling of steel against skin. Red rain sprayed across cobblestone tiles fills the air with that rancid metallic scent. Bleeding from the gut that now red river floods the streets.
Pain is that empty feeling in the very depths of the soul. A black hole devouring not light but emotion leaving only pain and despair in its wake.
Pain is a hurricane sweeping through your life it uproots, steals, thieves from you the people you love leaving you lost, alone, broke.
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Copyright © Curtis Goldthorpe | Year Posted 2016
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