Pain is a blistering inferno,

uncontrolled and enraged.

It will swallow you whole,

all your senses engaged.

Its burn is insatiable,

it’s a thirst unsatisfied

no matter the whiskey

or the tears that you cry.

The more you try to stifle it,

the higher the flames grow.

You can try to escape it,

but there’s nowhere to go.

The only choice is to feel it,

to just fall apart,

let the flame rage on

inside your broken heart.

Because though the fire burns now,

it will eventually pass,

and the inferno of pain you feel

will crumble into ash.