The Pain

When everything around you is a blur
Your whole body aches and it becomes a chore to breathe
The only vice you find is a plain cotton stuffed pillow
Stained with all the years of countless tears
The stitching of an old wound seems to burst open
For the millionth time in excruciating agony
But your only guarantee becomes your only comfort
The Pain

Only you know the fatigue your body and mind bathe in
Everyday you face the decision to quiet it
But are only granted with the embarrassment of failure
This is your life
Your comfort
The Pain

Time and time again you've sat alone
Kept your blood thick and blue with age
Merely hoping for a sign for your wishes to come true
Another candle blown out
Another cobble step grounded down
Another day of comfort with
The Pain