Pain

You are the architect to your pain,
you fixed the nuts and bolts in the wall,
to hang the clamps that held
the weight of the stack, that
you will never finish building.

You were shaping a mountain into an art gallery,
poured your brilliance to cement it,
added your bones to brick it up,
but all it showcases is your pain,
your sweat- as it smells.

you are the road, you are the door,
you are the notch and you are the floor,
it was you that held it all together,
but it was pain that was filled in the silence.

You are the architect to your pain,
you are the showcase that was inn,
you are the silence that was filled,
because, it was your head, that was hung!

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