The Truest Feeling

Pain is the truest feeling, I think.           

Gladness is a whore.  Nice enough to have,       

So quick to leave once your means are gone.  Blink,  

And so is she.  Anger is but a slave                                             

To Desire, summoned when fickle whims                     

Aren’t met.  Regret is just a side effect               

Of Pain, a band of hope, however slim,  

That we could somehow travel back, and check

Ourselves before we made that one mistake.    

For Love is the prerequisite.  And for     

Our foolishness we suffer Pain and ache,

Freely traded for that which we adore.  

Pain is a feeling all deserve to share;

            A sign that what was, was worthy of care.

                                         ~ ~ ~

   I was initially hesitant about posting this piece.  However, largely positive feedback from my immediate peer group has revised my opinion.  So, here it is.