The Turning Wheel. A poem.

Pain in body, heart and everlasting soul
Amplified by every tale of hurt and loss and woe

Pain that fights and tears and breaks a good man’s heart
Until there’s nothing left from which to start

Pain that shapes the way we grow and bend and think
Pain that moulds our fears and makes our thoughts succinct

Now comes a time to change this turning wheel
Love overcomes this pain and sets this poor boy free

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