Pain is like a Sandstorm
weathering you away eating at you bit by bit
even when you think that there can be nothing left the wind gusts again
the Sands fly and new facets are discovered
Sand abrading them
pitting the smooth edges
always finding more
always starting over
will anyone want to see this desolate landscape?
this empty place that is you?
now hollowed out and filled with Pain.
– Written by Kahlan222