The Old Pain
The rain shimmering falls,the lake is on a roll,
the water laps the stones,
waiting for the knoll.
And then it rings-the bell,
It sounds very queer,
amidst the shattering rain,
and oh the pain- so dear.
It hurts like an old stab,
in pain, and yet at ease,
if I try to make it stop,
it tends to increase...
Then what do I do ?
I let it stay still,
not touching, not teasing,
but pain - and pain, it will...
posted by AWY @ 9:28 AM
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