The Pain

A Poem by David Brian

It covers my forehead.

It enshrines me in pain.

It keeps me from life.

It dizzies the days.

What can I do.

Where can I go.

I know I'm not bad.

Why doesn't she know.

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Added on October 1, 2015
Last Updated on October 1, 2015

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