Perfect Pain Poem by Laura arwen

The perfect pain
is like a
cold stone
It's sad to
have an heart
pain
There are no
miracles to cure
the pain because
it hurts a
lot
I must accept
the pain because
it is a
daily event
The pain makes
me think of
death and to
a ghastly end
I think there
will be no
remedy for the
mental pain
I'm very sick
and full of
pain if I'm
not in my
tranquility
I died with
the fear of
pain
Every pain is
different
I don't know
and don't understand
the real pain
I don't want
to think continuously
at the pain
I'm not certain
to be prepared
on having extreme
pain
I can't move
myself with the
pulsating pain
There isn't a
solution for a
multitude of pain
for only one
person
With the pain
I go to
the oblivion of
darkness