Time moves on but pain stays where
The night's darkness masks the bare
Rawness of the devil's lair.
Frightened! Fight? Do I dare
Stand up in the headlights' glare
Or lie down beaten? Despair
As ever, the coward's fare.
Time moves on but pain stays where?
Within, without, ever there.
Constant - almost - and so rare
Freedom - ha! - never an heir.
Fear, loneliness stand foursquare
Holding weakness; squeezing air.
As ever the coward's fare.
4 comments:
KOBO (Keep On Buggering On), it's how Churchill beat the Narzis.
you need a soul-transfusion
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wSB6MGBGRg&feature=channel
W B Yeats is always good for the soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg-oJKYIinQ&feature=related
"the world's more full of weeping than you can understand"
Who am I to know but my pain motivates me to carry on and make a difference somewhere.
My thoughts are with you anyway xx
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