Pain And The Porcupine

<p>My bleeds and the blood steadily silently disturbingly slowly swallows me whole &mdash; Fyodor Dostoevsky.</p><p>Imagine what would have happened if Vincent Van Gogh was not in the mental asylum unbearably in mental pain. Imagine that and suddenly theres NO Starry Night in this world for our eyes and soul to feast upon. </p><p>Imagine Roger waters didnt feel pained looking at his friend Syd Barrett when the latter was down with mental illness. We would have been deprived of the legendary Wish you were here from Pink Floyd. </p><p>Now imagine Walt Whitman was not devastated by the news of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. O Captain! My Captain! gets obliterated from existence. </p><p>Dear reader do you see it? Pain has always been one of the most promising muses for the creation of exemplary art regardless of its form. As evident this collection of poetry is also the one born in pains meadow. Let yourself immerse into the journey from birth to death and everything in-between as the author takes you to a rhapsodic pain drive. </p><p>In this insane world arent artists the suffers for their sanity? How often than not we find them alienated from the society for their thoughts and perspective! Heres a such a pensive poet with his works and heres a chance for you to embrace the porcupine.</p>