Pain Is All Mine

Pain Is All Mine short poem

Open the door and usher in some light

watch the dismal darkness fade away.

Question your sorrow, your beliefs,

ponder what was good, forget the bad.

Bury the visions that haunt you,

they are but ghosts of time gone by.

No one to speak to, nothing to speak about,

all that ails me is in my head.

A smoke filled room, where I cannot breathe,

a lost love that I can’t feel.

Blind to the plight of people around me,

I walk like the ghost of my dreams.

Obsessed with self and all that I desire,

time heals all and time is my refuge;

but till that happens, pain is all mine…

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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How can you celebrate pain so much so that it starts feeling beautiful?
How do I gather the courage to say ‘this poem is great’?

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