My Pain

In the chambers of my heart, a silent cry,

A symphony of sorrows, beneath the sky

The weight of my soul, a heavy chain,

I pen these verses, my pain to explain

Through moonlit nights and sunlit days,

I walk this path, lost in a maze

A tapestry is woven with threads of despair,

My pain is an art that's beyond compare

Each stanza a whisper, a tear-stained rhyme,

A reflection of moments lost in time

The ink flows like rivers, sorrow's refrain,

As I bear my soul through words on this plain

A canvas of emotions, painted in gray,

My pain is etched in verses, in every way

A story untold, yet understood,

In the lines I write, the pain finds its good

The scars on my heart, they find their voice,

In the cadence of pain, I make my choice

To share the ache that's held me tight,

And weave it into verses that take flight

Through ink and paper, I release the ache,

With every word, my spirit awakes

For poetry is solace, a soothing rain,

As I immortalize my pain through this refrain

So let the world read my wounded soul,

In the verses that spin and the stories they hold

For in this art, my pain finds its release,

As I find healing through each poetic piece