•Pain•

Pain is a torturous whisper, sharp yet slow It is a shadow that lingers, a familiar weight we all know. It chisels its mark in silent screams, Haunting hearts and destroying dreams. It lingers deep, it scars, it stays, It's a blatant reminder, forming a heated gaze. Yet in its burden, a spark of hope remains, A wisdom engraved in crimson veins. For even agony, though cruel and long, Can shape the soul and make it strong.