Paris Thulare Poet Rhyme

THE PAIN OF MY PAINS

The pains of my pains ,
Was watching you lying straight  
In that wooden bed 
Whilst mourning with pain 
I knew then 
That your eyes are forever closed Mdali .

The pains of my pains ,
Was you leaving me for betrayals 
In the hands of whammies and families 
So is friends and my enemies .
That was the was my pain .

The lesson which left me with no gain ,
The scars compared none to Abigail.
I cried silent cries for decades ,
Hurdling with my knees 
Griplling with my finger nails ,
But still no sign of you or hail .

The pain of my pains ,
Was you leaving me with repos .
Today , it sadens me when I see toddlers .
That angers me when I see mothers ,
This occupies my peace not 
When I see others playing mothers .

The pain of my pains 
Comes when it rains .
It is then that I see my shelter drains  ,
That know it is the end of me,
Whilst neighbors  are chanting .
That is my pain .

My pain that echoes everyday when the sun sets 
And when the day dawns .
The very same pain that has no prescription 
Nor a remedy 
And this pain will take me one of the good days

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Beata Agustin March 15, 2025 at 6:23 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.