Pain- It demands to be felt

Pain- It demands to be felt


The amount of pain,
A soul carries-
Differs with every being;
Only he who made,
The Skin from dust-
Can truly tell the hidden.

With some it’s less,
With others more;
For some unbearable,
And they live not.

But the truth is that,
This pain within-
When masked and sealed,
Destroys the being.

So, Cry and scream
Pray, and let be;
This pain you feel,
Will pass you’ll see.

‘Cause to feel something,
Beats a whole lot out
Of Feeling nothing.