The world would pause and then implode.
Seven days without pain would mean an entire week without having to feel.
For if you do not know hurt, then nothing would be real.
Without darkness, we cannot have light, the lack of pain would allow for an infinite void.
Though nothing, I could argue, is worse than the agony I constantly employ.
The people who are angry and stressed,
People who are sad and endlessly depressed.
The world without pain for just a week may as well be not having a world at all,
Because humankind is incomplete without someone to take the fall.
Running, racing, ruining each others lives,
Has become a part of society that we cannot hide.
So if this instance were to occur,
I would sit back and watch the world stir.
I would watch as children realized they could not feel punches.
I would sit by as suicidal people ate their last lunches.
Disturbingly, it could not pain me to see them go
They could not second guess plans they'd made a week ago.
In those seven days I'd be numb to the realizations,
That the parents wouldn't mourn for the loss of their children's faces.
A week would pass like nothing had happened,
Realistically, the whole world would have blackened.
Eight days later, the world would relapse;
People would remember the aloof gaps.
Emotions would spark and a fire would begin,
Burning the world, the devil would grin.
The only way to extinguish this flame,
To drown it with our tears, to accept the pain.