The Pain of Hiroshima

A speck in the teeth,
a mote in the eyes,
a thorn stuck in the feet,
take the sleep from my eyes,
my peace of mind.

The death of a relative,
the demise of a loved one,
the passing of an acquaintance,
in fact even the parting of a pet animal,
fill the heart with such pain, such sorrow that,
sleep does not come, even on trying.
From side to side, turning all night.