living with pain
make it cold, make it hot
just don't make it go away
how else would i ever feel disarmed
struggle through a day-long run
to find myself back at the start
how else would i practice my fake smile
swallowing a dull but ever-present vile
that rips through soft innocent veins
pain, take a rest, if you wish, but don't go away
how else would i find the power to think
without a throbbing reminder every time i spill ink
in which concepts will drown until one will survive
if my psyche was not shocked deep into the thick of life