My dear guest

There is a knife-wound on my chest,

a deep and constant pain

I feel everytime I breath.

It embraces me at night

and wakes me up before the dawn.

 

I won’t, I won’t complain

for such a useful help.

Pain has taught me about love

it isn’t but inside of me.

 

At first I tried to scape

but it was underneath my skin

no matter how fast or far I ran.

So one day I chose to stay,

opened the doors of home and said:

Please come in and be my guest.

 

It’s been living here for long

and has shown me very well

aches are not the worst on earth.

How much more should I resist?

How can I lay it away?

are not  anymore my quests.

 

 

 

 

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