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Pain of Death
PAIN OF DEATH
A SHALLOW HOLE,
A VOID THAT CAN'T BE CLOSED.
A NEVER-ENDING WELL,
AN ABBEYS OF ETERNAL DARKNESS.
THE PAIN OF DEATH IS THAT THAT CAN'T BE PHANTOM
ALL IT BRINGS IS SORROW, ANGER, AND FEELINGS ON RANDOM.
LIKE THE STORMY CLOUDS THAT RAGES ON THE EARTH,
THIS PAIN CAN'T BE AVOIDED
AND LIKE THE SETTING SUN AS IT SHINES AGAINST THE FLOWING STREAM
ALL WE CAN DO IS WAIT FOR ITS TIME TO GO JUST LIKE STEEL GET RUSTED.
A LIFE FULL OF JOY CAN BECOME A SOUL FILLED WITH HOLES
FOR DEATH COMES TO US LIKE A BLIZZARD OF COLD.
LIKE CRACKS ON ROCKS, IT MAY LEAVE A SCAR THAT CAN'T BE HEALED.
LIKE THE EMBRACING SUNLIGHT FROM SPRING, IT HELPS BUILD US AND TEACHES US TO GROW.
PAIN OF DEATH 2 SIDES OF 1 COIN.
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Abubakr Farid
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