We Can't Import it, So We Live With It

We can't import the gloomy feeling
The silent ache that makes the body shake
Intermittent shadows raiding the land in our hearts
The teardrop's path
The inward scream
The quiet wrath

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We sit, and feel, in silence, we heal
With no force to come to our rescue
And no balm or cure for our soul's own pain
We groan
We crave
We seek
Only what self understands

We can't import it, so we live with it
And live in it
With smile and steady wit.