What do we know about pain?
That it hits so hard like that wild rain?
And yet interludes with some sane?
After leaving us in all this drain?
Oh what the hell is this pain?
Does it have to cause so much strain?
When we already are so restrained?
Why can’t we just retain our cool?
Some profane often wonder?
We may not wish them that terrain
Even if the rides were free on the train
Pain chains the brain
Its pang maim over again
Can no amount of sugar cane
Ease that pain?
I think something can
It may be an idea so plain
But it is worth the pain
to reach out, to lash out
And someday
day after day
Our pain may afterall become vain
© Marie Abanga 2014
MFavour's Blog 
7 thoughts on “Pain”