The Sting

Never a day, without the thought
Never a moment, without the presence
A feeling forever and never lost

Energy, can never be destroyed
Nor created but exists
Bright and colorful but dimmed by force

Yet eternal in all definitions

Alas it is and the souls still weeps
Though engraved in the one that beats
Echoes of pain intolerable and haunts
Like a clock still

Yet that clicks

With eyes closed, the sounds be heard
The message is known but is at pause
Right here, right there the souls remain

Yet one and known to all

A merge a must but ignored and so the Sting
Yet remains
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