A Deep Pain

Fight with the hidden agony, to make myself a robust. Is all that I can't buy with a penny. Again, in a deep pain. Looking the trees of Autumn, I find myself proportionate to it. Proportionate to it in the manner of losing. Again, in a deep pain. Through a page of world war, I conceived about the red in the bed. Alike me, the household should have shed tears. Again, in a deep pain. Paying a visit to the companion, I see the sadness of his for his penury. Somewhere it links with my condition. Again and again in a deep pain. Some miles to walk for, Some steps to step for. Each time I should stand again and again, To fight against the deep pain.