Sadness.....
The longing that digs deep....
The hurt that never finds relief....
The hopelessness that knows no comfort....
The sweat from a life of burdens.....
The tears that need to be shed
But are empty, a well that's gone dry
The struggle to find.....
To find something that will ease the pain....
That will heal the heart....
That will lighten the load....
The tears that need to be shed
But are empty, a well that's gone dry
Walking the streets of regret.....
Feeling the pain of choices.....
Corrupted by the multitudes around us.....
The loss that fills the depths of the soul....
The tears that need to be shed
But are empty, a well that's gone dry
Sadness.....
The frustration.....
The confusion....
The loneliness.....
The hopelessness.....
The tears that need to be shed
But are empty, a well that's gone dry
When will the tears come...
When will the dam break
When will we find relief...
When will the hurting stop...
When will the hurting stop...........
When will the hurting stop...........
4 comments:
Wynn, I'm hoping this poem isn't how you are feeling, but if it is, just know that you are thought of in such a positive way, kept in my prayers and wished only the very best that life has to give. - hug.
Thank you Shannon....
Oh... Yes. We've all had those deeply dour moods & sad periods... & then thankfully they subside & life becomes tolerable again.
I hope that's the case w/ you, my friend. I refuse to believe YOU are quite THAT sad, Wynn.... but something dawned on me while reading this piece: Is this a SONG, man? It feels like a song. If so, methinks it needs a more hopeful ending. Not very long. Just a positive shift. Just a little something to give hope to the hopeless.
*ponder*
One.
Not a song my friend.....just a really rough few weeks. But as you said.....things will get better.
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