With Change Comes Pain Poem by Gert Strydom

With change comes pain, branches hit on the roof
where at a time you could sit on the porch,
the garden is falling into disrepair, with weeds everywhere,
roses and lavender bushes are only growing at places
and turned into yourself you take life at ease.

In loneliness you decide to move,
with the emptiness in the big house almost suffocating you,
at times you want to fall on the bed and cover your eyes,
with change comes pain.

At times things go out of control, so intensely that you gasp for breath,
it feels as if everything is declining, you feel like a wreck,
are walking from empty room to empty room,
with a feeling that you can die;
with change comes pain.