Pain is just a four-letter word yet, when one tries to fathom its depth, it seems like a bottomless pit. You keep falling into it while the life in you, falls out. It can be so overwhelming that every happy moment or memory deserts you; leaving you weak, lonely and pathetic. You want to grovel, beg and plead. There is nothing in it for you but deep gashes of wounds torn open for the maggots of depression to ravish the very innards. Then some day when all the flesh and marrow are gone, these maggots will disappear too, leaving behind a trail of sadness, remnant vestiges of pain and void.
Pain is just a four-letter word yet, when one tries to fathom its depth, it seems like a bottomless pit. You keep falling into it while the life in you, falls out. It can be so overwhelming that every happy moment or memory deserts you; leaving you weak, lonely and pathetic. You want to grovel, beg and plead. There is nothing in it for you but deep gashes of wounds torn open for the maggots of depression to ravish the very innards. Then some day when all the flesh and marrow are gone, these maggots will disappear too, leaving behind a trail of sadness, remnant vestiges of pain and void.