I have heard it said that good poetry comes from a depth of emotion. The deeper the emotion, in theory, the better the poetry. I don't know if that is accurate. Surely love and passion lend themselves to prose. Loss and tragedy do also. But I don't knoe that there is a genre in the annuls of great poetry for poems of pain. Pain is a very basic experience and typically doesn't require exposition. Sure, a poem can address to source of the pain, but that goes back to tragedy or loss. But the pain itself? Not so much.

O it hurts
Ow Ow Ow
Boy, i wish this pain would stop


The Void stalks me
It calls to me with promise of shelter
O blessed relief! To be free of this weight
That surely anchors me in this mire.
But I dare not surrender
The weight is heavy, but real
The mire is filthy, but it is where I stand
The Void has no bottom, no end in that fall
And yet it's siren song pulls at me
And so I lash myself to the mast
Like a splint I force myself still
Thus stiff, unmoving and unmovable, I stand

Hey, crep.