Torturous Pain
Blessed relief from torturous pain,
the pain, the pain that seems to remain
gives me pause to simply ask why?
Who can give this answer before we die?
Why should the body be compromised so?
There's no heavenly answer that let's us know.
The sins of the world always show up in men
and they experience the results and question when.
When will we learn to be kinder in our acts
towards ourselves, towards others and not turn our backs
on those that are suffering? Why not now?
Is there a brain-lock in our systems to show us how?
I cannot believe that a God with all wisdom
made our bodies so easy to succumb
to every pain and disease that's known
with nothing to stop it but a fancy headstone.
For if this is what we've come down to
then humanity is a failure.
The earth it seems has become a place
for painful endless torture.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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