Pain Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

Pain



Kills, lasts and suffocates,
poisons, rips, eradicates;
doesn't stop, it's there
in my soul,
in every thought,
in each feeling,
slightest movement,
in my body. Damned
destiny I curse,
and I stand; pain I stand
and nothing at all,
nothing do I understand.

Monday, February 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: suffering
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Translated from Serbian original by the same poet.
Original title "Bol"
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