Pain

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The pains of life are always with you,

Apparent happiness a lie.

Oncoming sorrow seems like nothing new,

Enthusiasm is quick to die.



Animosity sparks ablaze,

Reason engulfed in flame.

Self control is lost in a haze,

The temper no longer tame.



Searing pain brings you to reality,

The haze disappearing at last.

Regret extinguishes the coals of enmity,

Fading the spell that was cast.



But the damage is already done,

The ways to heal it always none

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 4/18/94, don't ask

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