Release from the woes

They say it strikes like a bolt,
That searing pain in the heart.
World spins around,
And takes everything apart.

But I think its gradual,
Slowly building the pressure up.
Doesn’t show itself out at all,
Keeps brewing like a storm in the teacup.

Such a sad thing,
One might say.
I try to keep smiling,
And hope that the pain goes away.

Trying hard not to let it bother me,
And I try marching ahead.
I know it’s something I have to live with,
Think I’ll be released only when I’m dead.

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