Pains

Pains

In the webs of my pastI roam imprisoned, Bound in chains of unbelief and unreason. In my inactions and inertia,trapped.Tormenting my soul,with its laughter crude,Pain rules,A warden brute. I will sing of this painLike a titled mourner’s hymn,Even though in vain.I will curse its searing sting,That has thrust my beignInto willows of epileptic throesAnd crippling … Continue reading Pains

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