Pain and the four letter word

Pain a four letter word that empties the heart

Soul spent, dreams shattered and nightmares imposed

Bone cracking

Backbrea king 

Sinking drowning suffocating

Death but not quite dying 

When time begins its illustrious torture,

Time after time, tick after tock

And distance stands to watch both assuring the pain does not stop

It’s painful, in fact it’s pain.

Jagged knives and blunt scissors that cut soul deep

When all colours turn into a dark dark red 

Does the realisation cut all ends.

Shoulders that once supported now serve to turn their backs.

The feeling of all doors closing,

does His door remain open

For hope is a word that corresponds also with four.