Let's take a silent moment
and think about the pain
and its many heaving forms
The sky turned to ice where there once was rain
Or the quiet stinging after a slap.
The sharp pain of a needle
that is now is in your skin.
Maybe the pain of political upheaval
The pain of life upon the mother.
Or the pain of one man
I don't have answers
I barely have questions
outside the universal “Why?”
because humans back the comprehension