The Grip Of Aches Poem by Loidz Mythought

The Grip Of Aches



Aches consume everything,
Relief lies miles away.
Heartaches shatter the body,
Soul-aches crush the spirit,
Self-aches uproot all joy,
Leaving nothing but emptiness within.
Aches do not worry, nor do they care,
They creep and spread, unseen, unfair.
Only when they seize your soul,
Do you grasp the weight they hold.

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