What will you gain in the midst of sorrow and pain
the stains of rain drain the will, this life of ill.
Tense the tempted spite breeds repulsive delight
casting its shadow over the outrage, if you engage.
Concede the reluctant relief twice-born from grief
skillfully how trepidation constrains disbelief, its brief
Perturb pesky panic pride is preferred, its what I heard
loathing callous calls of caution forgiving! not an option
Love your internal rhymes! Fascinating read. 🙂
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Thank you so much
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My pleasure. 🙂
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