Saturday, 6 July 2013

Pain: a few verses

If pain was to be measured in scale, every combination would be invalid
If pain was to be weighed, every weight would feel insufficient
If a tear was to be worth something, even a statue of gold would fail to fetch it's price

If the pain was to have a colour, it'd be darker than black and deeper than red

If pain was to be described on a paper, ink and pages would run out, the description incomplete
If pain was to be compared to love, love would be on it's knees
If pain was to be a person, it's face would take the smile from your lips.

If pain was to have a name, hearing it would make tears fall down your eyes like a river
If pain was to be a mountain, then there'd be none who'd conquer it
If pain was to be a road, then there'd be no end to the black carpeted surface
If pain was to be a river, then there'd be a flood everywhere and everyday


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