The unknown pain. The pain that you feel, but can't touch. A pain you know of, but can't explain anyone of its existence. A pain that you want to exile with a pain more provisional consequence. Yet still, it will cause no difference. One that makes you go insane. But keeps you lucid to keep you demented. The only factor that pushes me through the pain and suffering is my kin, the love of my family. From my grandparents to my baby 'cousins'. My kin is keepin' me alive. But without the pain, there is no life. The symbiotes are apart of every man, woman, child, plant, and animal. It IS inevitable. The way we tolerate it is what makes us what we truly are. The pain will never leave, not from us. So keep on livin', or you will mourn your pain.
Andres Eduardo Torres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-pain/
