Poetry Contest Entry

Daily Aching Pain

~By Munro

As though as everyday.
Many walk with the same aching pain.
Wishing they weren’t alone,
To open their love to the world.
Many aching pains, in the world going insane.
Master to its slave, nowhere feeling safe.
Sore flowers near the path we all follow.
With the eyes appearing to be shallow.
Why do we submit ourselves to this cruel Fate.
Wondering if we took the bait.
Talk to me, so we can see, what’s going on.
Don’t fear, don’t despair, we have a soul to repair.

Gal talk to me, see the things we love to be.
Don’t poison your soul with sadness, but bless us.
Don’t wonder off in to the bush, walk the thin line.
Even when the wind shivers down your spine.
Through the clouds up above, making you cry.
Just walk to the top, you will survive.
If you are uncertain, don’t stop, don’t run.
Let yourself follow the beautiful morning sun.
Please say u follow my guide into the fog.
Don’t run back, when there are storms ahead.
Even if the skies seem to be clear.
They rocks may tremble with your own fear.
Come and follow my lead, through rain and wind.
Follow it even if our path my seem thin.
The path might be long and we might be alone.
Come on dear, its time, to go home.

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