It is in,
The burning of your heart, at morning and night
The thoughts of a tightly held hope, eroding and breaking
The fading of light from inside you and out
The constant fear and separation of will
The love you have, irrevocable, irreplaceable
The thoughts of torture constantly anew, always afresh
The tears of anguish coming incessant
The means of escape, all destructive
The first few thoughts when waking at dawn
The last few thoughts when laying at dusk
A heartbreak, it is easy to pass,
It comes once and then to heal
The pain I learned is more than that
My heart, it breaks, every day
The trying to eat, the trying to sleep,
The trying to talk, the trying to move,
The trying.
The pain is also in trying.
I thought I knew the meaning of pain
It is not in scars, it is not in blood,
Far greater than anything could
You taught me
The meaning of pain
Hasnain Raza Baloach 