The hidden sorrow
That dwells within
Eyes not to cry
But swell to swim
A deepened wound
From world is hidden
Locked inside
A deeper prison.
The heart that beats
Once enveloped
A love of life
Laughed and joked
Yet deeper loss
Now transfixed
A distant look
Lost betwixt.
The deepest sadness
A grieving gown
About your frame
A mourning cloud
That often asks
No answer given
Life is cruel
A darkened prison.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Good write N. I never knew ya was so sad about the bus not turning up! lol.
its got everyone that sad lol
Our own bodies can be a prison that traps the soul and chains the mind. Nicely written
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