Pain

A hit at an object; a fast pin pierce; a cut; blood-shed All these cross my flesh and nerves and give me unpleasant signs. Though a part is hurt, throughout the physique, the news is said. Every cell, nerve, flesh, and skin inclines to a benign pine The pain in the body is bearable. Ache of the heart! Persists, as though endlessly long, even for many years. Illness, death, loss, failures, and divorce that make spouses part Lack of cheers and unending fears that cause eternal tears Existence turns into an absurdity; joy ceases. Fear, loneliness, and uncertainty sing like scorpions. Though yearning to face the grave, patience with death increases. The earth turns hell; Is the environs a penal region? Optimism, yet, succeeds in finding countless gains in pain. Isn't existence all about changing pain into gain...?