Endless Pain Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A hurt so deep, it cannot speak,
A cold suspicion, week by week.
Not trust that fades, but fear that grows,
A story no one, truly knows.

A hidden anger, sharp and sly,
Watching every falling tear and sigh.
For wrongs unseen, for words not meant,
A debt of pain, unfairly sent.

Months drag on, a heavy chain,
Love turns to dust, a bitter rain.
What was once built, slowly starts to fall,
Lost in the shadow, because of it all.

No justice found, no healing bright,
Just lonely days and endless nights.
This twisted game, this vengeful art,
Probably breaks more, than it ever can restart.