pain

Has not my pain been felt before
and my words not said a thousand times
Did i still not cry enough
and shed my tears in vain

Has not my soul been hurt enough
as the the endless pains tear me apart
then why do i still feel that first bitter pain
that creeps like cold sweat between my shoulders

Has not the unbearable emptiness,
been feeding the turmoils of my heart
i see before me the bottomless depths,
as they slowely come to haunt me.

what cures are there for these black moods,
that leave my heart as cold as stone
what words are there too quench the pains,
that so much penetrate my thoughts

are those scars on my soul all that remains,
like the last crumbs of a meager meal.
and will the hunger that i feel
devour all that ever lived in me