Pain
Since the moment of our existence,
this is what we feel.
Taking our first breath
and thus, we shed our first tear.
No to forget that childhood scar you have. Yea, that one, the one that is impossible to ignore.
Oh the pain.
The shrill screams, the descending wails,
blending into a distant blur you could no longer hear.
And when you die,
if you're unlucky, this sensation
is yet again here.
Oh what simple, lasting pain.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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