It feels-

like a pebble in your shoe.

A morning without the dew. 

Sand between your toes. 

A dull ache that forever grows.

Loneliness that burns brighter than the sun. 

Heart, mind and soul eternally a pawn. 

Each thing of beauty, a constant reminder

that we are not a skillful finder.

The moon, stars, a flower that grows in spring;

constant reminder of the pain life duth bring. 

How Does it Feel? – Lions Mane