Sorrow
Sorrow
it hits you hard, like a bolt
when you least expect it,
crushing you down to the floor
I struggle to make it up
to get back up on my feet
But then the next wave knocks me
tumbling, rolling me over and over
will it ever stop I ask, I plea
tears rolling down my face
I try in vain to get back up
each wave relentlessly knocks me over
pulling me down, down into black despair
will it ever stop, leave me alone, i ask
I so want it too, I need to break free
As I lie on that desolate dark shore
I look around, nothing, nothing at all
just blackness, hell surely can't be worse
and the pain, the heart wrenching relentless pain
tearing at my very soul, I sink down despairingly
will I ever see the sun again, feel its warm rays
live free in its bright light,
on days like this I doubt that I will
my lot, it seems is this stark, dark cold place
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
for the bad days most of us sometimes have
Comments (12)
I can relate to this one at this present time..but as we know this too will pass..where there is sorrow... Joy is not far behind.
Thanks for your lovely thoughts
MM its the strangest thing it wasn't what I was going to write not in the least. It was as if I was guided into writing it weird I know
...just blackness, hell surely can't be worse... Since I can't think of anything worse than hell, I can feel the overwhelming pain in these lines, waiting for the sun again, feel its warm rays...
Someone once said "The Darkest of times can become the sweetest of lines"
May the warmth of light shine again soon..
xxxx
yes that dark night we all have them alas yet the strenght us its just dust yourself daow and walk on lol