Nobody knows,
This pain I own,
Yes I'm smiling,
But I'm dying.
This pain wrecks me,
The inner side of me,
Every part of me,
That frights me.
When my eyes becomes blurry,
Smile becomes my remedy,
It's like a disease,
That doesn't decease.
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My Pain Is A Mystery
PoetryThis piece of poem is an entry to a contest. I hope you like it. You can comment, like or share this work to your friends so they can read it. -- Don't be confused if you have read this in my compilation of poem which is "Poems Of Reflection". You...
