bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller,
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I have been working on this for two months to get it right. It is of my basic life.


by bernardtwindwil

Pain is real

There is no dignity in pain Nor should the cessation Bring any sense of shame

Pain creeps in

It begins with little twitches like raising the volume It binds you in stitches Threatening to subsume

Pain wraps around your brain

It screams an alarm rising in crescendo telling you its harm leaving no inuendo

Pain claws from inside

It swarms around your eyeballs It travels down your spine Like a Hakken sprawls on your sanity dines

Pain makes you its monster

Kind thoughts no longer control Every light a blinding flash becoming an enraged troll You blindly rage and slash

Pain is a proceed from heartbbreak

No matter how you're crushed Gigantic boulder from on high Or lover where you placed a trust Pain signals be relieved or die

Pain control or fuzzy high

Herbs and potions may abide the use of those made an evil And to you woe betide a torture most medieval

Stop dreaming, pain never ends

You can take off the edge with a shot, swallow,or pill they'll knock you off a ledge Not a good remedy if they kill

Pain can be controlled in your mind

Our minds have set a threshold We can raise or lower it let cogitation take hold move away from pain's pit

You must not let pain define who you are or who you can be

redefine pain redefine loss Pain can be made to rearrange Show those bastards you're the boss Then make pain your vehicle for change

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller,
10 months agoReply
@nuray Many thanks.I am wishing you a life with small pain.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller,
a year agoReply
@michaelschulze I can tell by your poetry that you have suffered more than most. You have certainly risen a phoenix from the ashes of your life.

a year agoReply
@arustamyananahi Pain ravagers the mind whether it be Mentel or physical having lived with both for fifty eight years you are right you can control pain with the mind but at those times you cease to fully function as a human being nice work Bernard

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller,
a year agoReply
@arustamyananahi @carlafischer Thank you. I have learned that It is up to me how much pain or mental anguish I suffer. Some of these kids have outrageous pain from feather's touch. And some have bone deep anguish. All that is within your disciplined mind to reject and reset those thresholds. I learned that from a de-frocked French priest in Laos 50 years ago.

a year agoReply
Powerful work.

carlafischerBronze CommaAuthoress · System Programmer
a year agoReply
"Pain can be made to rearrange Show those bastards you're the boss Then make pain your vehicle for change." That is the most useful procedure I could think of, arranged in a perfect way since, when I step up the verses in reversed direction, I arrive where the undertaking starts as well as at what defines us totally: our limits---our ability to fly. It is like a piece of Bach's you can play forwards and backwards without losing rhythm, melody, and sense. -- -- This piece of yours took me along.