The Acts of Pain
A Poem
Published in
Feb 16, 2022
Pain
does not have
a single shape;
or form
It presents
in all manners
in ways
beyond
the imagination
Pain
does not
decrease
or temper mercy
in the face
of your wails
and screams
Pain
does not
pay respects
or salutations
It
does not care
whether
you are ready
to handle
what is
to come
Pain
does not die
or live
It is
the proof
of life
and
the epitome
of death
©️ Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó 2022
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