Pain that raged in my heart, I lived with day to day.
Most unyielding was sorrow; she refused to go away.
Alas, there's no way but stay with pitiless pain and anguish.
Everything else had fled as hopes and dreams vanish'd.
The wind rushed in to pry, but left with muffled sighs and cries.
My gaze was just a blurred vision - I stared with unseeing eyes,
I limped along the path of pain and left a trail of tears.
The stains of pain, like grime and paint, smeared those wasted years.
Why Pain, so merciless and mean in the quick of day,
Should swing her sword, stabbing me as I pray?
In dismay I lay, but heard a voice gently say, 'Go away'
The voice I knew someway; and Pain had no choice but obey.
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