Oh these lonely nights are long
I don’t want to stay
Put me there where I belong
Please don’t throw me away
It’s like I’m handed out a hundred years of pain
It’s just too much to take. It’s driving me insane
I have no strength now to face this all over again
It’s just too much to take. A hundred years of pain
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The demons of a distant past
Have come out of their graves
A devilish tall shadow they cast
Upon my mental slaves
It is like I’m going through a hundred years of pain
Too lost and broken now to understand or explain
There is nothing left here for me to lose or gain
Someone come and stop this hundred years of pain
…
To my God I have prayed
To my mother I have cried
With my children I have made
A pact to leave my side
For I was born to suffer a hundred years of pain
Born to expose my wounds as the skies pour the rain
No point in battling the scars all over again
Seems like I’ve always been living a hundred years of pain
A Hundred Years Of Pain
Frank Solanki 
“Born to expose my wounds as the skies pour the rain
No point in battling the scars all over again” just WOW 💖
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So perfect.
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Beautiful!
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So sad but beautiful at the same time.
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You should probably tuck that in, your angst is showing. Allow it to drag about, it will leave a trail leading back to your door where it will park and fester.
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Just as others here have commented, so beautifully written, yet so full of sadness. It is so expressive of the ongoing pain many of us experience in life.
This is a truly inspired piece of work.
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Ohh …Frank, how did you get inspiration to this poem. So strong but dark, hundred years of
this pain. What to do to ease it?
Can it be that some periods of pain feel like forever until the sun glints again. I hope so.
miriam
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Wow! Dark and powerful but incredibly sad, this is beautiful Frank :O)
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A hundred years seem to be long, but come to think of it, we cried the minute we arrived in this world. The pain stays all the way through whether we realize or not, one kind or the other. Sometimes one hundred days of pain do feel like one hundred years or forever. Well done, Frank!
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I loved the lines – To my God I have prayed, To my Mother I have cried – the best. Coz that’s what we all do when we feel the pain. Although at times, we think we can be too stubborn and fight God and not pray too.
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True. Thanks.
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Fits my chronic pain perfectly. Well written Frank.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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I think I might understand.
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Sigyn can only do what she can.
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This is heartwrenching and beautifully written Frank!
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You’re welcome
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So so painful. The flow is perfect. Love it Frank.
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