Pain!
Enough already, why so much,
Is life, so painful to the touch?
Enough already, why add more,
To open wounds and open sore,
Few wounds have healed, since ancient past,
Garnered plenty, that would last,
But, for reasons, yet unknown,
Still more pain, we’ve sown,
Writhing souls and bodies cry,
Writhing hands, to heaven sigh,
Bloodied more, and beaten down,
In silence, do the heavens frown?
21/07/2008
Be always safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
Peace,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg