Dolor

We suffer in life every single day Some suffer in silence and solitude Others drown it in a loud fray Always going through every human mood To breathe is to think To think is to allow yourself to feel Some feelings are as dark as ink As others ask you to heal Others will preach about what they not know The fools will teach that you must serve Children rushed with not a time to grow Obstacles in life always to serve It's troublesome and scary Often wondering when we'll be buried