Pain short poem

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Pain tears my soul apart
Tears roll out from eyes and depart
Feelings shrink in heart
Oh! Pain you have left me apart..

Grief burdens my mind
Makes me wither and stressed out
I look for happiness here and there
But I find emptiness in my heart…

My soul cries, loneliness thrives
Smile has gone long before
Makes me wonder what I have become
It has changed me
Oh! Pain what have you made me…!!

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Pain changes a life in more ways than one! Absolutely true and a fact of life!

kwai chee low

Without grief and pain, we will not know and cherish joy and happiness. A lovely poem!

asoke kumar mitra

what a lovely heart wrenching write……………..ahhhhhhhhh.


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