Do not tell me about pain

I know it by all means;

the physical  daunts you and makes you weary

death leaves you all torn

your burdens are heavy to carry

your loved ones you lose and mourn;

tell me not about the absence

void is all around

you say , “Rejoice, for we are an essence

built in shape and sound!”

I say that the pain absorbs us

and pulls us to the ground,

eternity is but a dream

with doubt we are all abound

in God’s ephemeral scheme;

you tell me pain makes you strong

it  builds the power you lack;

I tell you you got it wrong

pain shatters your pieces

wrecks your mind and bends your back;

it distorts your reality

molds the smile you wore,

it destroys your ego and vanity

attaches itself to your core;

you tell me to try and kill the pain

for I might go insane;

This to you I say: “Painkillers may cure the aches,

but they can never mend the heart that breaks.”