Was looking around for some poems to read on “pain” which I underwent during my recent backpain episode mentioned here.
Came across this one by William Wordsworth on Bartlesby.com called “ If This Great World of Joy and Pain" that nearly describes what I went through.
Pain comes and goes like a ghost, a wraith, a spectre. One is relieved, as I am now, but there were times when I was enduring that I thought very dark thoughts indeed. Anyone share my experience?
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