By Grant Ericksen
Date: 20 June 1998

Pain

Every time that we have words
she spites me with her hidden hurt
I laugh and love
and cry out like the mournful doves
caress forgotten and caress withheld
left to live in this tormented hell
never forget never forgive
crush my heart so I can live
lost my soul through pain of sin
and please let my heart feel the pain again.