Some things in life don't go away, no matter how hard we're oft. We pray tears well and ever abound blaring the view so love can't be found. Pain, anguish, hurt, disgust. Is this really, in this life, a must? The upper hand that ache has gained when we've let our spirit wane, a twinging ache, the gentilest touch. All of it becoming sore to the sensitivities in our nature, shaking our being to the core