Pleasure Pain Therapy

They said they would come
Right after a year from
That day, that month.

Pain coils up from the heart
And sinks his soul.

"Overcome," they said. "Your
Grief is a killer. It will
KILL us."

From the depth of his navel
He breathed in and out.
In and out
In and out.

So calm he is now. So cool.
The universal donator. Of
Pleasure!

But what pain could bring
That pleasure, even time
Does not remember!

And they are yet to come.
Years though had passed.

"We shall overcome, someday!"