This pain.
A strain in vein.
My bane
To which I'm chained.
So drained.
Attempt to remain
Sane.
It's the rain forever
On my plain.
Will I ever gain?
I train my brain
To feign a campaign
Of constrain.
Hard to maintain.
Let me explain.
I scream out -
A shout of words
Profane and arcane.
Don't want to complain.
The inane pain
Has disdain
For my aim.
Runs free rein.
I'm slain,
Once again,
In pain.
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