Pain the Fuel

Like a stream of gold it flows
Trickling down into a heart shaped black bucket
The ghost of happiness haunting the remains the dark red meadows
Shimmering in the grim, sweat, dreamers’ night
The song of the ravens
The dance of the pixies of death
Fated misery for the greater good

The searing agony of the spirit
The exercise for strength
More than the pain
It is what is birthed from it that fortifies the silver trenches
With which the wars of society are fought for a person alone
It is pain that fuels the change
Adversity the heated engine for the evolution of the mind