Dawn & Dusk

Do you know what pain is
How it is defined?
Could you explain it to me
If you had the time?

Would you recognise it
If you passed it in a crowd?
Could you pinpoint its voice
In a cacophony of sound?

If someone asked you
To describe its shape?
Could you do a rough sketching
Or an outlining of its face?

If an alien from space
Popped into your living room
And asked for a demonstration
Would you know what to show him?

Show it a picture of my face
For the last ten years
Make it drink from a sample
Of a collection of my tears

Then it will know
What it means to suffer
To experience depression
And rejection from others

If you want to see pain
Raw and unadulterated
To drink it in its purest form
Or to see it truly demonstrated

Then read a poem of mine
In a dark, damp room
Soak in its putrescence
As they slowly sprout mushrooms

And then sit back in shock
As you come to the end
To see the pain transform
Into flowers of hope instead