Pain is a good shelter

If you run from pain
You are bound to run into numbness,
Let it settle in, cry the tears like the cloud cry rain.
Take it in in bits,
A bender’s gulp will shut the brain.
This is a door in hell, but it holds the way out.
It is a bed where hurt loves to be lain,
Where it finds its coziness.
Pain is the pore through which hurts drain.

Thomas Tee2emm Bot