The Pain Persists

I wonder why I feel so much pain in my heart
Tonight
Nothing douses it
Neither poetry nor song
Neither philosophy nor any memory
Isolated I feel
From friends and kith and kin
Who can see in me
Only what separates them from me
And isolated I feel
From Truth itself.

Sometimes writing gives relief
Yet it is said
Silence is Truth
So, now, even writing gives me pain.

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