The Evaded Pain
Stroll with me on this stony life’s street
to that shiny pleasant mountain summit,
where these grottoes of life here below
will not scare us with their shadowy claw.
This road is rough, with prickly thorns along
the way; with the shadows, dark and long.
And their touch unsettling our very fabric,
and what we recognize is fear in the psyche.
And reaching that shinny rosy mount summit
there are rays of hope we will find and meet,
that shall tell us there is more to the evaded pain,
that we shall rush back to the painful plane.
Copyright © Allan Kazembe | Year Posted 2014
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