They Planted a Seed of Pain

author's note: I see pain as fire. It sits and sits, stirring the coals, burning away. 

An outstretched hand

Batted down enough times

Will learn to whimper away.

An outstretched heart

Batted down enough times

Will learn hatred and pain.

  

The Pain begins in my stomach

Aching, moaning, groaning,

And I feel it growing,

Digging its roots down,

Wrapping around my spleen,

Churning my innards,

Clawing at any surface,

Attaching to me eternally; 

It’s alive.

The Pain,

It creeps into the bruised heart

Truly igniting,

Burning the sad heart,

Leaving it mangled,

Twisted,

And charred from spite,

Beating with fire and hurt,

No longer blood and love.

I feel it,

The Pain,

Budding into my throat,

Tickling my mind,

Seeping into the darkest nooks and crannies,

Burning and etching its self portrait into my head,

A permanent reminder.

The burning sensation is too much,

I feel it throughout my body,

My mind,

My thoughts,

It follows wherever I run to,

Wherever I hide,

Nowhere is safe,

It's everywhere,

Always around me,

Always within me.

The Pain,

It eagerly licks at any unscathed emotions.

Like the fire it is, 

It continues to burn

I can’t take it.

I vomit

Out comes a perfect sphere,

A ball of white,

Hot,

Burning,

Pain.

I watch with a blank stare,

It engulfs Them who batted down,

I smile with blank eyes,

As it ignites onto me,

And I burn away into the abyss.