pain

I thought I knew pain Always had something for which to complain But pain as I knew it to be was an illusion, Simply a delusion, merely a farce Like a boy’s dreams of owning the finest cars Like a little girl’s wait for her charming prince Or an inmate’s hopes, while on a life sentence I now appreciate that pain I want to feel it once more Let me cry over a scrape, a sprain or a sore No, that is no longer my ail Real pain calls for no tears and no wail Seeing your future, or what it was supposed to be Disappear to you, like a repressed memory The truth of it, the mere reality I felt “pain”, but this is the truest calamity I hurt, but for that they give medicine But there is no treating the state that my head is in Permanency, disfigurement, limitation The worst is, it was all my own creation.