The pains of my pains ,

Was watching you lying straight

In that wooden bed

Whilst mourning with pain

I knew then

That your eyes are forever closed Mdali .

The pains of my pains ,

Was you leaving me for betrayals

In the hands of whammies and families

So is friends and my enemies .

That was the was my pain .

The lesson which left me with no gain ,

The scars compared none to Abigail.

I cried silent cries for decades ,

Hurdling with my knees

Griplling with my finger nails ,

But still no sign of you or hail .

The pain of my pains ,

Was you leaving me with repos .

Today , it sadens me when I see toddlers .

That angers me when I see mothers ,

This occupies my peace not

When I see others playing mothers .

The pain of my pains

Comes when it rains .

It is then that I see my shelter drains ,

That know it is the end of me,

Whilst neighbors are chanting .

That is my pain .

My pain that echoes everyday when the sun sets

And when the day dawns .

The very same pain that has no prescription

Nor a remedy

And this pain will take me one of the good days