The Pain Of My Pains Poem by Paris Thulare

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.