Pain is Virtue

I read, it touches my skin,
poetry, literature, even sins.
I read and it touches my heart,
I feel life and death as one,
I savor lines and verses sung
and I think of truths and lies,
the yesterdays long gone.
Death becomes ugly
when the living can't detach,
Loss is alive, but the dead is not.
Control is obsolete
when God's welcomes order.
What is tomorrow with last
nights sorrow?