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| PAIN A greedy, gnawing beast sits on my neck, why doesn't he eat his fill and leave? The teeth are razor sharp and poison filled. It mocks my tears and helps itself! We share this wrecked body. The two of us in a monster's game. I play the frightened pawn., while it truimphs and reigns. I grow weary of playing now. Bone tired, sad, and spent. for every move I get ahead, it laughs and gives me more to dread. It has stamina that knows no end. It grows larger as I fade away. Someday I will disappear, and only the beast will stay. By; Kathie Stehr 2000 |
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