Pain
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David Wood
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Pain of the heart
That exists from its own side,
Not physical, not cancerous,
But deep and enduring.
A pain that can last for years
Growing and eating away the soul.
In a way it has no end but yet
Circumstances cools its ardour.
Heart pain lives in the past and
Has no future, ever present
And silent of all words, an enigma.
It is tamed by time’s cooling balm.
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