Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
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Comments1Man, this poem really hits hard. Feel like it captures that whole "pain" experience - how it kinda feels endless once you're in it and it's hard to imagine a time before it. Really deep stuff. Just working on my English homework and this one has me thinking about stuff real deep. Cool poem.