The Pain Of Hell - Poem by stephanie varnadore
Why oh why does pain hurt so much,
The feeling does more as a certain crutch.
Medication can only subside the pain,
The way I feel right now will make me insane.
The bruises, scraps, and scabs all come in a bunch,
When no one fore warns me about a certain hunch.
It has put me in bandages like a chain,
That overwhelms me to be locked up to a crane.
Nothing can stop this pain as such,
When will my Savior come, it just hurts so much.
My vision was corrupted in vain,
It's true form had given me not much but a cane.
It feeds on my soul like a special lunch,
When I tried and tried to give it a punch.
I never tried to make my soul sell,
But for supposing that, the pain shall always stay in Hell.
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