Pain
The troubled soul seeks out to mend
The wound it carries everyday.
But hope remains its only friend
When fear cannot be cast away.
The future once a vivid truth.
The past a simple loss in time.
My flesh and blood burned hot in youth
No grade or slope to high to climb.
The fever found in vision's quest
Eclipses temporary pain.
But souls must find a place to rest
Before the pain begins to reign.
Our frantic lives in frenzy find
(It is the nature of the beast)
The loss of love destroys the mind
To interupt life's simple feast.
So let the soul be still
Give it a chance to heal
Release the iron will
Reclaim the willow's zeal
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