Pleasure of Torment

The pleasure of torment,
Though strained,
In course words and looks.
Is known to be brought on.
A letter, an engagement;
Not always as we planned.
Those of pessimistic outlook
Know what truly lies beneath.
For in a moment our light
Can quickly grow dark.
Such are the games
That life and fate choose to play.
And with some age will come
Enlightenment.
I have grown weary
Of my own torments;
And have turned to watch others.
I have learned the bittersweet pain
That lies beneath
The rain swept plain of sorrow.
Bitterness causes strife;
A feeling revolves of hatred
Betrayal, deceit, and words
No farther mentioned.
Some shall never see
The enlightenment of pain.
The slow learning that
Arises from suffering.
I have seen the light of these ways.
I have lain dark, silent, nights
Where tears have lived
Short lives upon my cheek.
To be born in your eye,
Live upon your cheek,
And die at your lips.
A small and furious spark
That burns so brightly,
Leaving us with renewal.
We learn and grow from or sorrows.
Realize this, but also know
That to cause another sorrow
For your own bitter torment,
Is to do them the worst of harms.

Love - Enlightenment - Depression - The Rest - List of All