Pain
It cuts like a knife,
can keep you up at night.
It can stay with you
for all of your life.
It has no one cause,
nor does it have one set cure.
I wish it would stop,
and one day it will.
I just wish that day would come.
Copyright © Roxanne Schroeder | Year Posted 2010
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