Wild ride- A poem anthology

PAIN

I cannot hide this pain inside,

This pain that is mine.

It tears into my brain,

Rips at my heart,

Breaks my body,

Sucks out my soul.

All roses have thorns,

All cats have claws,

All good things have a price.

We may not be able to pay it,

So they get taken away,

Never to be seen again.

Those who are broke,

Get good things,

But they never last.

Only one thing will stay,

The pain will last forever,

Try to hide it you will,

Hiding it will fail,

For pain;

Pain is forever.