Tag: Sorrow

This Sting We Feel

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This sting we feel’s because we’re new,
We’ve never felt this way before;
The billions who have known of grief
Aren’t useful for this, any more
Than anyone who might not know

Because we’re lone, our sorrow’s lone.
We want to share, but don’t know how;
The burden shames us, weighs us down,
Fills up the endless present now
No matter where we go

And though we fly or walk or drive
Across the hills or valleys green,
Distractions vernal all around,
It’s only dolor that we’ve seen:
Our mortal lives around us show,
And ever so,
Forever
So

Golden Road

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When she could walk, she walked this golden road –
But now, within a chair she is confined.
So confident she then these pathways strode,
With thoughts of trouble nowhere in her mind

But trouble finds us, where’er we may be:
An accident, where she was not to blame –
The other one, the blamed, walked off scot-free
While she was left as destitute and lame

A wheelchair doesn’t work well on these roads,
She views it, silent, from her viewer’s seat;
The anger builds, until it just explodes –
A shadow of a self no more complete

For all the gold that ever might have been —
She’d give it all
If she could walk
Again

Where Excuses Go to Die

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Beyond the world of you or me,
Beneath a deep cerulean sky,
A future there does us await
And we will find it, by-and-by

For now, the road that we are on
Is wet and bare in winter’s gaze;
There’s lifeless gray in everything
That flickered feebly with the holidays —

But I know something you may not
About life’s cold delusive ways:
It tires easily with things,
The sport with us it all-too-often plays —

Beyond the pain we cannot flee,
The ocean sings its lullaby:
And we will wander there, one day,
Beneath a deep cerulean sky

And lay our troubled burdens down
To sit beside us in the sand:
For where excuses go to die
We all must do
The last things we
Had planned

Thoughts from a Dark Night

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There are no stars; no moon tonight.
There is a mist – a type of blight –
That swallows up the headlights
As they dimly make their way –

As peering through the window, I
Turn back, to where you used to lie,
Before I lied too many times –
And you – you went away —

For here’s truth about our souls:
They’re empty, dark, and full of holes
Punched through by lust and selfishness
And our hearts’ disarray –

And I was chief among the worst;
I put you last and put me first,
And strove to keep you on a string
While you gave love full play –

But in the darkness here, in hell,
I see what I am all too well;
A spoiled and conniving thief
Who’s lived to rue the day

I ever turned your loving free.
There’s nothing left to comfort me;
I’m old in heart as I can be
And lonely as a stray

That wanders darkened streets at night.
I cannot turn my wrong to right:
I can’t undo what I have done,
To you, my love, my only one;
Who loved me through the coldest night,
Which I returned with only spite.

If you’d still listen, I would say…

You’re better off now, better free —
Than ever you had been
With me

How Can It Be?

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It’s been now twice upon a time
That she has seen the screen come down.
How can it be the universe
      is so raging indifferent?

It is an awful, heavy weight
That she must carry, all the time:
How came the truth so far
      from its own element?

Somewhere: a statue by the sea –
Someday: a life that’s meant to be –
Somehow: a different type of soul
Than that which she’s been gifted —

It’s now been once too many times,
The shadow’s come across her door:
How can it be that one so small
      has so much to be lifted?

[And yet, it is so. – Owen]