the pain is there sharp tangled spikes that grind and tear i grasp at work at love and lovers at hope and dreams to lift myself above the pain for moments i wish i could prolong for moments often lost in trying not to look below at spikes of pain growing sharper spreading reaching up to draw me back waiting knowing that i know the pain is there keep your pity learn to fly instead to soar so high you can escape what i cannot and when you do remember me that i may live and let that memory forget the pain is there