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So What's Next?When your heart is weary, and your head is sore, Your pain is great, can't take any more; When your body's battered, and you're feeling blue, You can't see the end, and don't know what to do! The pain gets worse you can't cope at all, With the excruciating pain, and the ignored call! When all you want is peace and quiet, But in your head…there's another riot! Rip roaring pain wracks your body and mind, All you have is fear, no peace can you find. When you're so drugged up for all your pain, But nothing works, is there any gain? Your body's a mess, insurmountable pain, Tears through your senses again and again! All you want is peace but all you get is strife, Is nothing easy to be had in life? So what's next when you're in this state? What can you do, is it too late? No, for it's never too late not at all, You can pick yourself up, even after you fall! Fall into the despair you feel because of your pain… And strive on forward, you've everything to gain! For no matter the pain or torture and strife, Always remember, there's worse in life! There's always someone worse off that you, So remember this well, and pull yourself through! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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