Poetic Verses
This Present Pain
I'm wounded by this present pain
Of tension born of strife
From grief that grew from seeds of hate
To complicate my life.
It's the worst of disappointments
On an altar of decay
Offered up by those who once knew love
Then coldly walked away.
No longer bound by common bond
Was it ever really there
Or does there simply come a time
When hearts no longer care?
Regardless, this has scarred me
My wounds run ever deep
And now I find this present pain
A fire that will not sleep.
Of tension born of strife
From grief that grew from seeds of hate
To complicate my life.
It's the worst of disappointments
On an altar of decay
Offered up by those who once knew love
Then coldly walked away.
No longer bound by common bond
Was it ever really there
Or does there simply come a time
When hearts no longer care?
Regardless, this has scarred me
My wounds run ever deep
And now I find this present pain
A fire that will not sleep.
