Sorrow

writersblock

There are days when sorrow fills every cell in my body

Those days the worst

There’s a lump in my throat

And an ache so deep in my chest

It feels like someone has a hand on my heart

Those are the days that I need you most

I know that you holding me would calm me down

But because you don’t want me

And I can’t have you

The thought of you holding me only makes my sadness worse

Even the thought of your lips on my forehead

And your gentle arms around me

Is enough to send me spiraling

The memory of what we might have been

Still haunts me to this day

  • Author: writersblock (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2016 13:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: What are you supposed to do when the one thing that could make you happy also makes you sad?
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  • Sarah_and_Elizabeth

    Sorrow is a bitter friend.
    Familiar in her ways.
    An enemy though she may be
    Throughout all your days.

    Heartache is a learned thing.
    It will Measure time and growth.
    Movement through this journey brings strife.
    So the pattern goes.

    On and on, highs and lows
    disappointment will bring pain.
    But You can choose your focous on
    Sunshine or the rain.

    (So much easier said then done! I know! I hope you are more and more able to see sunshine through the rain. It takes a little practice and sometimes there are even sunshowers, but time will put the memory of this thunderstorm behind you! Sending positive thoughts and sympathy your way.

    S.E.)

    • writersblock

      That was really beautiful, thank you



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