Long walks on the Pier

You remind me of a smile

One untouched by woes or tears


You charged out into the world

Expecting more than just the sum


Now the white walls are a joke

Cruel enough to break a soul


All you want now is the sun

To soak and soothe your aching bones

But the ache's too much for you

All you can bear to do is sleep


As the hurting goes on

You attempt to drown it out with drugs

But even over the years

The pain will always stay the same


Your heart is heavy as a ghost's

A ghost's ship weighted down with gold

But as much as you would try

You could never find the hole

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This was eloquent, especially find deep solace in this poem and its meaning. Perfectly illustrated.

Riad Rababeh