The Pain Within

The pain within is growing again

It went away for a while but now its back

Back to haunt and put me through pain again

But, now I know why, it's something I lack.



I lack the feeling of love

The pain was gone for a while

Cause I thought I was feeling love

But, I was walking instead of running a mile.



The pain is flowing through my veins like blood

Love is missing from my heart

The one and only thing that would stop the flood

The flood of pain within my heart.

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As you can probably imagine, it was the word 'pain' in the title that drew me to look at this poem of yours first and then when I next get time I shall go on to read all the rest of your poetry, but right now here in the UK it's 01.26 and I'm itching to take my Chloral and get a good night's sleep (Chloral being my wonder-drug miracle cure for insomnia).
*PHEW*, sorry for ranting on, re: your poem, fantastic words, also I could relate to it all but so far I have found that love is NOT the cure for the mental and emotional pain within, for me personally the cure for that is PHYSICAL pain (if you haven't tried it already tho then I really recommend that you don't - you COULD end up loving it TOO much and becoming an obsessive algolagniac masochist just like me! Then again, I think you have to BE an algolagniac to be one, if that makes sense) (is the word 'algolagniac' or 'algolagnic'? It ashames and embarasses me greatly that I, as one myself, am not sure which of the two words is correct. Perhaps they both are).
So anyway, to end my rant, love might well be the cure for some but personally I haven't found anyone who loves me enough to cure my mental and emotional pain, and I actually really enjoy and get intense pleasure from curing it with my masochistic algolagnia.
'Hereth' end the rant! Hope you are ok, goodnight, and hope to talk to you soon via YM or email.

TAAvSM x