Does pain become less potent as we age?
Depends upon the reason for the ache
Familiarity obviates the rage
Of rotting in an ever shrinking cage
But certain stabs are more than we can take
Like those from blades we thought we could trust
For they go past a simple patch of flesh,
Or when someone we love returns to dust
And suddenly our hearts begin to bust
As every memory makes the wound feel fresh.
Are You Reading Me?
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