THE PAIN MONSTER
The monster of pain slays me to the ground,
grief and sorrow goes round and round,
I drown in terror and confusion,
turmoil and torment brings more delusion.
I try to escape from its terrible grip,
fill myself with drugs as I slip,
all I see is darkness and sorrows,
eating away at all my tomorrows.
I cry out loud asking "why me Lord",
an answer rings clearly " come on board",
all events come to all alike,
we must learn how to ride the bike.
Search for the reasons as they appear,
seek for the meaning that makes it clear,
knowledge with experience becomes our wisdom,
exciting adventures that bring us freedom.
Monica Maartens © 30/09/2017
I cry out loud asking "why me Lord",
an answer rings clearly " come on board",
all events come to all alike,
we must learn how to ride the bike.
Search for the reasons as they appear,
seek for the meaning that makes it clear,
knowledge with experience becomes our wisdom,
exciting adventures that bring us freedom.
Monica Maartens © 30/09/2017
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