The Pain Within

The rain inside your brain
will only stop,
when reflections
on the wet cement
are drained of every drop.

The wound within your soul
you can assuage,
no comfort for
the fool who suffers,
choosing to be caged.

The torment in your sex
will acquiesce,
when dirt is plowed
exhume the shroud
entombed with shamefulness.

The pain within your heart
will disappear,
when once you face,
and then embrace,
the root of all your fears

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