Pain is a poet’s friend

Oh, every poet have cloth from trees, but everyday we poet held our pencil over our paper.
Waiting for problem to start as pain is not delivering to block one’s path that forms a barrier.
Poetry is to express our feeling in a fast motion making the problem go away in the speed of darkness.
Everyday, we wait for the conflict of pain to happen, so we can stain the moral of our life on to the tree’s cloth.
Without, this pain then we poet need not to write poetry to forget this pain that stain like blood that stink like a skunk.
Therefore, let us poet that express our spiritual feeling say thank you to the conflict of pain.
“Thank you pain for external idea of expressing my emotion in a soft speed of light that only live if darkness stains on the shallow barriers.”