The Power of Pain

This pain paints a sad picture.
It cuts deeper than you now.
This pain tastes really bitter
as a river of tears flow.
I feel weak, week after week;
there is happiness I seek.
There is love that I need.
The power of pain can drain
all the thoughts from my brain.
This pain is never the same;
I must be the one to blame.
It is hard to feel good:
the only way people should.
The power of pain is strong
when most the days grow long.
This pain oozes out of me
and refuses to let me be.
This pain controls my life
and lasts long into the night.
I always try to fight it,
the powerful wave of pain.
I hope my light stays lit
during sunshine and rain.