Agony

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The agony & the immense pain,
Of separation once again,
I stoop & I fall,
And then I fall again.

The pain throughout the mundane night,
Was extremely unbearable,
I tread on pieces of broken glass,
With not even a splinter of glass for succour.

The day is worse & I dread its light,
It is worse than the horrifying night.

The days have passed when light was welcome,
Now it is highly unwelcome.

This horrendous time has taken its toll,
Gone is the day when I was on a roll.

My only hope is Thy Hand, My Lord;
Either save me or use Thy Sword.

Either way, I shall fall at Thy Feet,
Thy Lotus Feet, for Your Child; a Treat.