For better enjoyment & understanding of the poem, read at slow pace.
I love pain, pain is my mate.
Pain made me strong & helped me stay,
In this world where nothing is real, just shades of grey.
Late at night, when everyone is asleep,
smiling in their dreams,
Pain & I, we scheme & talk.
About these insatiate creatures & how we do them mock.
We enter the dream & add a pinch of reality.
The dream swirls & swelters, until it is full of fatality.
Now it is called a nightmare.
“No!” I scream at it. “Not a nightmare. This is the Real Life! Beware!
Retort he does, “But life is colorful & gay!”
Laughing like a demon, I whisper, “Think as you may!”
“We will talk more about it when we meet,
at Hell’s Gate!”
The idea of hell vanishes the last tract of sanity,
Pushing the mind into despair, full of devilish insanity.
“Help me!” the creature begs. “I want to live & this is where I want to stay.”
Wagging a finger, I chide, “That is not for you to decide.
I can just give you an advice, follow it if you may.”
I smiled as I repeated the words, which I do every night.
Listen carefully reader, it might help your soul to fight.
“Embrace darkness. Embrace pain.
Pain will make you strong & help you stay,
In this world where nothing is real, just shades of grey.”
END
Author’s note: Every character and incident in this poem is just a part of the imagination of the
poet and is completely fictitious.
This poem is not meant to induce stress or depression on anyone.
The poet does not promote pessimism (as in the poem) in real life and thinks that the world is
really colorful and gay.
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