Ezr's Pain Poem by xelam *

Ezr's Pain

Pain grows
in my brain
and flows as blood in veins
and it's not violet, daisy or lily
but a folly.

A child inside, being wanton
and mercy delight,
seeking butterflies in vain,
oh joys in autumn
never grow.

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