Drip drip drip goes the Pain,
Ever resounding in my mind,
Always nudging, always begging to be heard,
Waiting for the moment when it may escape,
Seeping through the chinks in my carefully constructed fortress,
“You lie!” I scream, willing it to be so, “you lie” I choke out gasping for breath, choking on despair.
My soul curls up to the Pain, finding it the only thing left of any comfort.
We wait for someone to help us, we brace ourselves against the world, waiting for someone to help us.
It claws at my eyes, the vision was too much, it hurt us, told us lies, drown us in hope.
We watch it happen again and again,
Our soul wasn’t strong enough to handle such despair.
We see the threads growing thin.
Nimble finger weave together the strands, and thin though they may be, they will not break.
And so we will wait, shroud in our blanket of pain.
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