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Pathos

Pain -- deep, black, throbbing

      my heart and soul a'robbing

         of my desire for life...

Twisting and turning

      Fiery and burning

         like the searing knife....

The pain, oh pain! strikes deep,

      my life away does seep

         merciless one!

Heartache so great

      why doesn't fate

         this torture quell?

Why must this be

      why aren't I free

         from this living hell?

Grief and despair

      forever I bear,

         wretched am I...

Death would be kind

      were it me to find

      -- wonder you why?

                                            March 8, 1967

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