Pain

Pain is inner world's immense unease,

Which just knows how to increase.

It feels like a heavy bucket of water got stuck in well like throat.

The eyeball inside the socket stands afloat,

The time when hte brain quits to think about anything else,

And the heart starts to commence.

No love, no care, no relief,

Pain is like my life  which cannot be explained in brief.

My oversweating palm,

Feelings which just turn worse except of getting calm.

My power and thoughts get ignored,

Because of the pain which broke out like a flood which was earlier stored.

My body seems to me dead cold,

The pain is so strong taht it can never be forgotten or mold.

You can swim over water like feelings but my pain is larva,

Waiting for them to understand that this is my life not a drama.