Pain 2- Joe Aniche Nwakanma
This is severe pain
All over my body is cane
Is this my bane?
No, He is here with me
His presence is my gain
Because He feels my pain
All the strokes on Him rains
For I am in Him
Called man of sorrows
Pierced by the arrows
Of rejection, He’s furrowed
All ’cause of me.
This man of sufferings
Deserves all my offerings
My whole heart I bring
For all you have done for me
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Soon and very soon
I will have bloom
In the many rooms
Upstairs!
No more tears
No more fears
You’ll find only cheers
No more pain
Reflect like Socrates.
Pain 2- Joe Aniche Nwakanma
