I think about it non-stop, I beg it to go away please,

Every stupid thing I do, the possibility of a new disease,

As it turns out, always too late before I realize,

The consequences, and their ability to traumatize,

Pathologies, psychological self-confrontations the hardest of work,

Everyday I lose, surrounded by the dark corners where they lurk,

Try to escape for a second of peace, sunshine, love and rainbows,

Doesn’t matter, it finds me – always the remorseless pain knows.

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these words are very carring deep meaning "always the remorseless pain knows"... i like this poem.

Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon