Pain
Something triggering hot salt tears,
A searing fire on your body,
Struggling,
Crying,
Bleeding.
Something causing you to feel weak,
With despair and, sometimes, anger.
Bleeding,
Struggling,
Crying.
Something, somehow, sometimes taming you,
Into obedience, and fear.
Crying,
Bleeding,
Struggling.
Something making you witness others,
Crying out in hurting.
Struggling,
Crying,
Bleeding.
Something stinging,
A heavy blow.
Bleeding,
Struggling,
Crying.
Something causing all to go wrong,
Filled with misery.
Crying,
Bleeding,
Struggling.
Head is whirling,
Back is aching,
Red lines stream through your fur.
Working out,
A solution,
Is hard,
But not impossible.
Then you strike back,
Dealing out stings,
To those who hurt you first.
And then you roar,
An angry sound,
And others rebel too.
They fight
The hurt,
They fight
The tears,
They fight,
They fight,
They fight.
Physically,
And emotionally,
They fight,
Always,
The Pain.
And sometimes they win,
Sometimes they don't,
But they fight salt tears,
And the welts in their backs.
They fight,
Pain.
