My world can only bear so much
Pain, heartache, and such
Misery as only the soul can tolerate
While Suffering heartache, from a crushing weight
The burden of never knowing will be your fate.
The blistered soul in tormented pain
Burdened, must bear the strain.
In a world of sorrow, seek peace in shadow's balm,
a glimmer of light in the storm, a whispered calm
Where do we go when we want to sleep,
making promises we never keep,
Into the realm of past content
Where Lost years lament A youth misspent.
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Excellent poem, Spanner! I give five stars!