Pain.  

Pain is what I am feeling as I spell out these words,

it is the suffering that you have made me feel.      

It is the agonizing discomfort of the wood beneath my achilles heel 

pain pulsating still

to only a beat only I can hear

only I can fear

because no matter who I tell or how loud I scream my pain cannot be seen

within the dark abiss

behind the stone walls that are my ribs.

Pain.

This the pain that you've made me feel.