To be in a crowd yet so all alone
To dwell in a mansion, without a roof
To work like an elephant, without even the ants table
To live yet be in pain
No friend. To comfort
Just jeering foes
No respite from the deluge
Just piercing groaning
Did you hear about my loss?
Did you feel my wounds?
Can you see my misery?
Or smell the stench of death!
The loneliness of the heart,
The confusion of the mind,
The pangs of the body;
The Pain that burns within.
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Zain Nigeria
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