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Pain Comes and Goes

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English Poetry

Pain comes and goes
With the breath I take
Or puff out
When it becomes stale
Cries my heart
Ever churns my nose.

People see me
As though I am happy
I have boundless joy
But the reality
They do not know
Or wish not so.

Wind awakes
Moves with force
Takes my tired breath
To some unknown place
Filling the spot
With ever-soaring pain.

Who cares
What is there and why?
They care but for themselves
Or their kids
Or those who are close
In blood or in wealth.

I stake myself
Where I always board
Where I always fight
Trying to come out
Sound and safe
With some scratches on my back.

One Comment

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Abnish,
    very expressive with a freedom to the language,
    “Wind awakes
    Moves with force
    Takes my tired breath
    To some unknown place
    Filling the spot
    With ever-soaring pain.” – good verse,
    Gion

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