Wondering Poem by Shelby L
Wondering
Rose's are red, Violets are blue
This pain is killing me,
I'm not sure what else I can do.
It's back once again,
Like so many times in the past.
This overwhelming pain,
That at times brings me to my knees.
Is this how it will be my whole life?
Or will some day it finally fade away?
Must I go on like this each and every day,
Hiding from others and keeping it all inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 7:33:14 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Out cry of pain is captured well in this write. Everything has reason and season.