Pain is comedy.
It's the expression of physical and mental abuse,
turned inward- reshaped,
realized.
It's the blooming of the heart and shared belief,
there is goodness to every tear
dropped.
It's the stone which is so absurd,
the one which feels nothing,
but rolls none the less.
It's the waking to a day,
where sun shines
where there's silence.
Pain is comedy,
because what else could there be?
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If you only knew
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SONG OF SORROW
The land was dull and dour
The sun hidden among the clouds
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My orders I always obey.
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That's
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She just wanted to touch the sky.
All he wanted to do was fly.
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The cool winter breeze whispers across her soft angelic face.
She remains there quiet and alone in the forest.
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