The Frustration of the Enduring Force of Pain

 

The Frustration of the Enduring Force of Pain

I feel the frustration, of the pain, as the awful toll keeps growing each day,

Within, terrible sadness, I have felt, watching your soul, slowly eaten away.

With the agony of labor raw, too hard for me, to grasp, your pain inside,

The restless nights spent, the heart wrenching moments, the tears you cried.

The burden of grief, a growing toll, each day, leaving you, to count the cost,

The awful sadness, in the news, good friends, and dear ones, you have lost.

Like a wildfire burning out of control, each new broadcast, too much to bear,

The times you spill your heart out, the stream of tears, on the face you wear.

Each day bravely battling to reset, restoring your thoughts, reshaping your life,

Only to find new triggers, creating more heartache, allowing pain to run rife.

As pain hollows out the soul, creating empty feelings, of desolation in its wake,

Keep fighting, the sad sensations inside, the curse of remorse, so hard to break.

Thank you for being who you are, being open, laying your emotions out there,

Each day, we love you more, for all the sadness, and distress, you have shared.

Oh Olga! Scream in silence, and scream out loud, let your feelings all be heard,

Let the sound of pain echo, from every mountain top, the sadness in your word.

From the far corners of earth, we are but a heartbeat away, and at your side,

Giving to you, the power of comfort, and strength, within you, our souls abide.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2023)