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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
Copyright ©
Paris Thulare
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