(4 poems for your pleasure) not necessarily connected, but I really didn't think anyone would want to click on four seperate pain poems... Now that would be a real pain.
So, here they are all together...
(The last one's best in my opinion)

The Pain,
If you will,
Isn't really a pain.
It's more of a longing when I call your name.
As echoes whisper back,
and silence fills the air,
Reminding me that you're not there.
Reminding me that I'm alone,
Living the life that I have sown.
So I water these seeds and watch them grow,
Like nectar from their petals flow.
Dreams of you that I have made,
But without your sunshine, the colors will fade.
So shine your light on me once more,
Show me what I'm working for...
You. (Equescent thoughts)

And now Look at me through the window,
Beyond the candle light.
Look at me for real,
But use your second sight.

See the tears in my eyes,
Feel my pain on the wind.
Live, for me, my memories,
Wait for my heart to mend.

Voice sorrow for my sadness,
Regret for the things I do.
Shatter this terrible loneliness,
And I'll do the same for you.

Look close into my eyes,
Advance with cautious stealth.
For here, within my pupils,
A mirrored reflection, of yourself.

Take everything that hurts me,
From within the candle's hue,
Take my pain and misery,
And I'll do the same for you. (Equescent thoughts)

Together... Are we?
Can you see my swollen face?
I think the crying stopped awhile ago,
As my heart began to race.
Began to burn inside my chest,
With a fire that could not be quenched.
My love was love slowly turned to ash,
And the flame then softly pinched.
Like a candle that could not last the night,
Bringing darkness much to soon.
Then whispered shadows across the floor,
Eyes in the light of the moon.
Soft cadence of solitude,
Loneliness and pain.
Tears that have fallen so many times,
Falling once again.

Catch them for me, ... will you?
So that I may not forget.
That once, pain had visited me here...
Once, ... pain and I met. (Equescent thoughts)

The Pain is like a cloudless sky,
Still rain is sliding down my cheeks.

It's like the treasure a young boy never finds,
Still he seeks, and seeks, and seeks.

The pain is like a love song,
Filled with promising lies.

It's like the old man watering the grass,
Loving it, still it dies.

The pain is like a clown,
Who's smile is painted on with tears.

It's like the would be hero,
To scared to face his fears.

The pain is like a baby,
To small to protect its' own.

Growing up, surrounded by friends,
Surrounded, but still alone.

But the pain is still a feeling,
Teaching you life, bit by bit.

Without it, life would be nothing.
...Embrace it, ...Love it, ... Feel it.

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

Good writes on pain (((Frozen)))

painful...

Nice writing as always!

Nothing like a good dose of pain...