...POETS' corner

THIS PAIN IS TOO MUCH


Round I turned and looked to see,
Never thought this alone I’d be.
Far too much to pay , this fee.
Want to run away somewhere, just flee.

Is there for me none to moan?
Can’t the one come and kill my lone?
Will there ever be an ending to my woe?
Why this pain kills me I don’t know!

Stabbed in the heart with the pain knife,
Devoid of all there was in me, my life.
This pain doesn’t leave even for a brief,
Day and night I suffer from this piling grief.

If only to myself cud I lie!
That without you nothing am I!
Go ahead shoot me bidding goodbye,
With that closing my eyes I peacefully die!