The Art Of Pain
Written By: C. N. Young
Feelings lingering inside.
Where do they go when you
no longer feel them anymore?
Do they just disappear?
Or just pretend?
Do they make a falling tear?
Or am I just hiding
behind my fear?
The layers of my pain.
Shall it decease or shall it die?
Can't you see I hide.
Or only linger somewhere
beneath. Or am I only
beyond a single peek?
Where does my pain leek?
Or am I delusional
with confusion?
Or am I just drowning,
within an ocean in my
shattered heart?
Or is it only just
breaking apart?
Could it be the art of pain?
Or everlasting rain?
