My Pain

My Pain long poem

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Like a double edged knife
That cuts deep and rife
Like a cold winter breeze
That makes everything freeze

Like the sting of a bee
Excruciating it would be
Like a hot summer heat
Unbearable it could be

Like an unexpected deceit
That can never deplete
Like a necrotic feet
Left to amputate neat

Like a roaring sea
Frightening to see
Like an autumn tree
Naked and uncovered to be

Like an unending fleet
Hard to compete
Like a fading heartbeat
With no hope to retreat

Like a thick ice sheet
Strong and concrete
Like the pain of an Athlete
After a continuous defeat

Like a faulty life sheet
With no option to delete
Like an empty seat
Left behind incomplete

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Suneethi Jerusha

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Name:Suneethi jerusha Nallapu, Marital status:married Student perusing masters in health Care management and leadership. Profession:Dental Surgeon I am a free style singer, artist, Poet and a writer.
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