Aches and Pains

I act like I know death

But death I have not seen. 

I've never felt the darkness

When life leaves the scene.

 

The ever pressing agony,

The ever present woe.

How then can I describe it? 

Well that I do not know.

 

Somehow my inner sadness

Subdues my outer joy.

And I am left alone again,

Treated like a toy.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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