My Pain, My Gain Poem by Chris Tasie

My Pain, My Gain



Courage is sick; asleep
As the pains creep deep
Too tired and weak
I, a love freak?

Fell to your trick
Fell too quick
Not that my head is weak
My brain not sick

I am only sick
As hopes in you go bleak
And pains approach peak
As goodbyes click

But never 'sorry', dearie
Lest I become more weary
Tuck in your face
And maybe leave a trace

Let's share 'the grace'
And at a faster pace
No matter hard
No matter how sad

My only consolation
The guess dat you're not my destination

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