The existence of stark pain
Makes my
heart go plain.
The absence
of joy gained
Rids my
mind of God’s rain.
In these
times that do stain,
My path, to
me, seems sane.
My focus,
not maimed.
My end, now
plain.
But,
The
darkened world keeps my sight slain.
My feet
bounded by life’s chain.
In view of
this, I reign.
In my
tears, I still gain.
As blood
plies my vein,
Thoughts
fall freely like grain.
They hit
the ground with the strength of a thousand which none can slay.
My
strength, I must maintain.
This
courage, I must ordain.
Its
freedom, I must attain.
So, no
distractions do I entertain.
So as I rhyme with pain
You might
think I’m insane.
But the
only thing I have to say
Is
…
Dheric Da
Poet
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