PAIN

Pain

I want to stop this
Quite with every will I have left in me
I hold on for something
But never is there anything to grab
Something that I have never had
Falling, I seek something 
A gentle hand to help guide me.
But all I feel is the cold touch of being alone
It seeping into my soul.
Will that hand come?
Or will I be over subcome 
To the emptyness that only I can feel
Life will never be easy
But I will probably never feel
Never feel what all have felt
The gentle hand that is nothing like guilt.

The Arms of Sorrow.

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