Pain

When you feel pain, how does it feel to you?
Does your heart ache with longing,
With hatred, with sorrow?
Does your heart fill with overwhelming grief,
With a sense that it was not meant to be,
With a fear that it never will?

Or, does your heart fill with rage?
Does the pain cut through you as a knife would,
As it sliced up your pitiless body
With its catatonic soul?
Have you realised that you were not meant to be,
And is that your pain?

Nothing is meant to be.