Quemis

Suffering - The Holy Constant

A person of age fifty has known fifty years of pain
Can\'t turn away this naked truth
Laid before you plain

Happiness only a shadow
A circle with a stop
Starts over at its finding
A swell and then a drop

Suffering is a sturdy thing
Despite its twisted rhyme
Old and never-ending
A song preceding time

All beauty comes from others
With which we singularly
Share blood spilled in confusion
Loss found regularly

The love that you hold for your brother
The shape that inspires the tool
The stakes resting on your gamble
The color you see in the fool
The trust behind hesitation
The wanting that lives underneath
The moments of shared revelation
The smile in front of your teeth

All live inside a connection
All islands connected by string
A rope made of loss and of fire
Weaved inside suffering