Pain is abstract.
To me,
it is intact.
be it in the physic
it keeps brusque
be it in the mind
it ties you in a kind.
Pain is disabling
it pulls you invariably
your body gives way possibly
so does the mind instantly
a collapse is there unresistingly.
death could be the end instantaneously.
Pain is unbearable
with the tag unable
a kill and a gnaw
holds you in a claw
writhing in pain you fall
no one would attend your call.
Pain to me is never abstract
it does exist in fact
closes with a folded hands
never relaxes the band
it stifles you all the way through
that be the pain in true
Meenas Poems 