Enough Pain To Go Around
by Michael Doyle

If there's one thing
That I've found
It's there's enough pain
To go around

Pages of sorrow
Tears of rage
Holding on for tomorrow
On this world's stage

It's the state of art
Of my darkened heart
Calling out across the multiverse
I've engineered it in reverse

Trying to live where the pieces fit
It only hurts just a little bit
The answers are missing, I must confess
When you live in the zip code of the wrong address 
(What a mess...)

I'm not the only one 
Who has had enough
All this has already been done
It's not enough to hang tough

Inside holds a primal scream
There's no hugging it out
When life rips apart the dream
Leaving only confusion and doubt

It's the state of art
Of my darkened heart
Calling out across the multiverse
I've engineered it in reverse

Trying to live where the pieces fit
It only hurts just a little bit
The answers are missing, I must confess
When you live in the zip code of the wrong address
(What a mess...)

(c) November 1, 2023   Michael Doyle
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