Pain. <br />I know it's there. <br />I can't truly feel it now, but <br />only because it's sleeping in <br />a pit in my soul... <br />and when it wakes up <br />it will never cease to vex me; <br />whispering in my ear <br />that only it loves me, <br />that I need no one else, <br />that it will kiss me with misery <br />and hold me in arms of stone. <br />It stirs, and the biting <br />mausoleum chill is more than I <br />can take. But I have realized <br />that breaking free will cost me <br />dearly; because maybe it's fate; <br />and perhaps I do need <br />this spiral of silent agony and <br />just as silent tears...they let me <br />know that I'm still alive; <br />pain is my only true vital sign; <br />it's the only thing I can feel anymore. <br />I don't want to feel it...but <br />I have to.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dependency-worse-than-alcohol/
