What is it, really?
Sorrow, I mean.
Is it a reality?
Or is it only in dreams?
That's sort of ironic,
All on its own.
Since dreams should be good things,
But evils are in tow.
Can I hold it,
This "such sweet sorrow,"
Or would it seep through the cracks
Of my fingers below?
Whether long or short,
These words I write
Will forever be hidden
Just out of sight.
My soul shall not see them,
Yet here come the tears,
Along with the cold
And my pain and my fears.
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
For just this once,
Be okay tonight.
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Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold
PoetryThis is a collection of poetic works that come straight from my heart. As the title implies, these are works that allow me to let go of strong, heartfelt emotions that are often not the best to keep bottled up. I hope that I may use my knowledge of...