Pain, that you are through right now
Is expel of cold darkness
Even in the summer may afternoon

It may seem like a world of no spring and only winter
Not the merry winters of puddings and Christmas
But the winters of homeless destitute
The pain might feel impossible
Like a bottomless pit
No light at the end of vicious tunnels

The world may seem to drift
And create a valley of despair and hopelessness
And lungs of...