Sorrow

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    Sorrow
    Her words cut deep and the blood flows from my heart like water from a broken glass....My hands tremble as my mind drifts into the darkness....I've lost myself in my own dispare....My breath is like smoke....My soul like fire...My once peaceful dreams have turned against me....And so I wander thru the days....Unknowing and blind....Unaware of everything but the sorrow of my own heart.

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    acjtb commented on Sorrow

    03-11-2009

    i like this...i feel you completely
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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