Pain of mine
The pain of a prick is meager,
Meager compared to a sorrowful heart.
The pain fades for a while,
The defenses build up again, life goes on.
Then a reminder, a knock at the door, and all is lost.
Pain flows again, unheeding, like a river.
Like the dagger that ripped through Juliet.
This One brings death, pain, sorrow, and regret.
And then life goes on.
The pain receeds, and my walls are built once again.
But deep inside, the pain of wrong decisions stay forever,
And mine is a eternal mistake, and pain is part of me.