A poem for death

Skinned knee

Remember when you were younger?

And you scrapped your knee

Or bumped your elbow?

You thought that was the worst pain

You thought it would last forever.

But it didn't

It healed

And you forgot what it was like to be in that much pain.

One day all of this

It's just going to be a skinned knee 

The pain you think will never end

Will

And you'll forget what it was like to be hurting this much

And I'll be here taking your hand to pick you up

And put a band aid on it

No pain lasts forever