Suffering
Life,
Can be a pool.
Of blood,
Swirling at my feet.
Ever extending,
As it was intending.
Ever spreading,
And never ending.
Could this be the end?
Before I intend?
Or will I keep suffering?
And never shattering?
This is my life,
Like a dark knife.
Driving itself deep,
Even while I sleep.
Can it ever end?
Or is this how nature intends?
So help me here,
And keep me ever near.
So you may suppress,
My eternal obsess.
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