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Pain

A poem by Martyn Foster.


Pain

Is it the most real thing in existence?

The unpleasant sensations

Striking at the core of our being

Causing much discomfort and ache

Physically…emotionally…

A short while feels like an eternity


Pain

The ability to drive the sane person mad

To spiral a person into the depths

Sailing through the storms

As the waves of contempt

For existence itself keep coming

Yearning for death’s embrace


Pain

The inability to help someone you love

To watch the struggle unfold

Before your eyes, unable

Hands tied behind your back

Even though they are within reach

Feeling the pain twice over


To not be with someone you want

To be left alone outside in the cold

And yet on the inside even colder

To not be wanted or cared for

Shall I stay here or shall I go

“The cure for the pain is in the pain”


Pain.


A poem by Martyn Foster.



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James Foster
James Foster
29 mai 2021

For me its watching people I care for go through hard times and you sit on the side line even if they are in reach, they have to go through their own pain to become the "new" version of themselves. Even if you want to wrap them up in cotton wool and save the day <3.

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Martyn Foster
Martyn Foster
29 mai 2021
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Sometimes the greatest pain can be when you want to help, but the other person does not want your help because you have to suffer their rejection plus still see them in pain. Thank you for you comment bro xo

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Membre inconnu
28 mai 2021

Pain teaches us so much about ourselves and life, difficult to deal with, yet impossible to live without. I could relate to your poem 100% . Love Mum XX

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Martyn Foster
Martyn Foster
29 mai 2021
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Pain can be great learning tool. A life without pain seems devoid of humanity, though I do not wish more pain on people. Love you too xo

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