Pain
Written by: James Krolik

What is this,
that we call pain?
It takes our hearts,
and puts them in vain.

The screaming, the yelling,
and the feelings at stake.
Why does it continue,
and how much can we take?

As much as it hurts,
as you smirk at my suffering.
When it comes around,
you will then see who is laughing.

The worst miseries and deaths,
are the extent of its toll.
It makes it harder to triumph,
in a world where mirth has been stole.

One day will come,
and no more harm will be felt,
but until that warm day comes,
we must endure what life has dealt.

One day all will see,
that our laughter should never had died.
Then we can accept each other, move on,
and set our differences aside.