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.