Pain – a poem


Pain, a persistent and stealthy foe,

Shoots well-aimed arrows from his bow,

They strike deeply into mind and soul,

‘Though our physical body exhibits the toll,

As the poison seeps into muscle and bone,

It’s a fight that you endure alone.


Its relentlessness causes the mind to tire,

Happiness and joy sink into a mire,

It must end, you must forward stare,

While your body this test does bear,

At the edges of your mind, there is hope,

Which provide the tools for you to cope.

by Robbie Cheadle


Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series


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