“Pain, a shadow that follows me,
A constant reminder of what used to be.
A weight that presses upon my chest,
A hollow echo that refuses to rest.
It seeps into my bones, a chilling cold,
A numbness that spreads, a story untold.
It whispers my name, a haunting refrain,
A sorrow that clings, a heart in pain.
In the silence, it screams my name,
A deafening roar, a soul in flames.
It’s a fire that burns, a sea that’s deep,
A wound that gapes, a heart that weeps.
Pain, a teacher that’s harsh and cold,
A lesson that’s learned, a story that’s old.
It shapes me, molds me, breaks me, makes me,
A masterpiece of scars, a soul that’s freed.
So let the pain come, let it wash over me,
Let it cleanse my soul, let it set me free.
For in its darkness, I’ll find a spark of light,
A glimmer of hope, a heart that’s still alive tonight.”
© MagicFinger
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