Pain Immortal
The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye
I am alone again.
The ache begins within
my just healed heart
and this time I
am not so sure I own
the strength to
fix it one more time.
I ask myself.
Why do I let them in?
These mortals who are
here so short a time
yet burn so bright that
I am drawn, like moth to flame,
my lesson never learned.
Though pain and grief
are all I'm left to hold.
Am I so weak?
Should I not chain my heart
and throw away the key?
But what would life become?
Except a never ending
hollow corridor to hell.
A vast impassive
wasteland I could not
abide to walk.
So I begin again.
To smooth the cracks within
and paper over hurts
with thin veneer.
It will not last.
Yet I would rather pain
than numbness,
through the endless time
till breaks the world.
A/N
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