Pain
Pain
Hurt
Discomfort
Whatever it be
In the end silence will be the one to
Comfort me
It's close to
It's kind enough
To always be there
To be too needy in a needless world is
Quite unfair
I call for help
They all look
But no help is returned
The pain I feel will overtake
The comfort I've desperately yearned
So go home, go to bed
Wipe your face and hands
Keep your mouth closed, little one
Until the trumpets sound
And when it's time to rest in peace
Open your mouth and speak
Scream out all the pain
Until the world claims what remains
And only then will you be relieved
of all the pain life will conceive
Copyright © Shanda Braxton | Year Posted 2017
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