The pain is real
But only for those
Who really wants to see
The tears is real
The taste is awful
But they move like a sea
The tone is weak
For it has on it
A heavy load
But still struggles to win
The heart is beating slow
For it serve as a home
For all the sorrow
Which it's trying to dispose
For the ear has gotten dump
That it couldn't find a meaning
To the motivational words
For the nose is blocked
Not because of dust
But also lost
That it could not perceive any goodness
©Rickmark
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