Pain

And do not prescribe to me,

The meaning of pain,

For you know nothing of pain,

Nor have you experienced the pain of loss,

Or from not having good dreams,

Neither have you experienced,

The loneliness of not having comfort.

Pain is a mystery to you,

A code of unspeakable complexity,

Yet to me,

To me it is a ling time friend,

And a mysterious tormentor,

Who's face changed as the years go by.

So again I say:

Do not prescribe to me,

The meaning of pain,

For you know nothing of pain,

Nor have you experienced it as I have,

And the pain of bad dreams,

You know not.

Yo you pain is a stranger,

An unknown thing which you study,

But for me,

It is a haunting shadow,

Of things I have lost.

- Michael Hall