This pain is always there.
It’s been misidentified
As Being elsewhere.
There is no distance found
Between it and me.
When still, it still resounds.
It never stills, this void:
Waves breaking my Soul down.
In work, in waiting, I’ve ployed
Every weapon to kill its source.
There is no quenching it,
The pain only grows worse.
Every time I stop and stair,
Looking out for beauty and peace,
Still, this pain is always there.