Sad eyes get me every time.
When pure pain seizes among the face you care for their goodness, their well-being
That pain pervades society
It pervades humanity
It pervades war
It pervades the poor
It pervades the rich
It pervades the very; rich
This pain we feel
That pain I host
It lives inside me
Through me
Is me.
That pain: is killing me
This death is good though, oh its very good
Its a dying of the self and its self entitled preservation
Pain has purpose
It has a meaning and a truth
An encompassing truth
Within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain has purpose It has a meaning and a truth An encompassing truth... beautiful lines indeed