Life unveils its cruel masquerade.
A dance with pain in every breath,
A haunting echo, a silent death.
To the solemn beats of a weary heart,
Pain weaves through the fabric of our days,
In subtle glances and piercing ways.
Silent screams beneath the stars.
We tread on paths with thorns in bloom,
Each step a whisper of impending doom.
Hope’s frail wings shattered, tossed.
Love’s tender touch, a fleeting ghost,
A fleeting mirage, a cruel host.
A flicker burns, a distant light.
For pain, though fierce, does not consume,
It carves the soul, makes room to bloom.
Resilience found in every thorn.
Life is pain, yet in its thrall,
We rise, we fight, we stand tall.
For in this life, all about pain,
We find the threads that bind us tight,
The will to fight, to seek the light.
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