Pain is art,
The emotions it takes tears apart.
Pain is the inspiration
an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation

Pain is the thief ,that comes between couples too ,
So is family at the hands of a tycoon .
Pain is fairless ,yet painful.
Pain is lifeless ,and dauntful .
It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west ,
Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst .
It is what made you sob ,
And yet strong .

Pain has left you and I parentless,
So are the faces you see helpless .
Pain is the enemy ,
The he who comes not knocking ,
While you are the edge of seventh heaven .
He is not scared ,but can surely turn you a Raiven

I am Me and I’m the poet
I am the paper ophan
I am the letters ,bold
Inspired ,streched up from grieve
And I am the victim of pain