Pain. And Again.

Pain is a word I understand,
Oxygen brings life,
But this pain, makes me feel alive.
Whenever I stand,
I can feel the force of my life,
Drain away, making it difficult to thrive.
Like the three-headed monsters of Hiroshima;
Or the enslaved humans in Myanmar;
The Uyghurs in China;
I have no power over my fate.

This pain and I,
Perfect unholy matrimony!