The Ache


it all starts

begins right here

all in the place

the origin of your fears

you fear this place

it harbors your pain

stabbing you true

it is the heart

the blade goes through

years have gone by the view

something you could never feel

a wholesome life stolen from you

by a pain that can't be revealed

you've tried for a lifetime

to halt the hurt and the pain

but it has with all this time

grown and spread, it still remains...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the pain still spread like butter on toast.. a relief you want, desir the most.. to end the hurt, mend the scars.. free yourself of oppressing bars.. the bars of Depression

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