NaPo Day III

Ottava Rima: Dolor Sit Amet

I wished to offer all I had for pain.
To serve you is to suffer–I agree.
This walking in a fog of fruitless gain
Is ignorant and blissful–just like me.
I’m driven in the force of cleansing rain
And longing now to suffer and be free;
In sorrow which brings good out of your touch
I learn I never minded suffering much.

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