Pain

In the sweet blooming night, 

My pain takes its pride. 

Like it's the moment, 

When it can roam outside. 

Outside the brain, 

Hoping to train the weird thoughts inside. 

Jumbling tumbling fumbling scribbling, 

Everything that meant to me, 

As the giant reflection abides. 

Abiding the thought and tearing it apart, 

Till it stands upright and let me know the alluring globe perspective wide.