Pain
Dave Oakes
When I was just a little boy
Younger than I care to remember
I learned that life is full of pain
That can burn like glowing embers.
Pain can come dressed in many suits
Some dull&drab and others very bright
But no matter how well it is disguised
The aftermath of it’s visits are never right.
Progression through a sea of pain
That many just refer to as life
Can twist a persons mind and soul
As if skewered by a knife.
Pain is a self-perpetuating kind of thing
For those inflicted often feel the need
Often without knowing the cause
To make their pain make others bleed.
Until all people everywhere gain courage
And break this dreadful pattern
To inflict others with their wounds
The whirlpool of pain will continue to churn.
