Feel the sorrow,
Flow through the land,
Spreading despair,
With an upper hand.
No one knows why,
Or even how,
All this woe,
Is coming now.
Causing children to cry,
And women to sob,
Even a man's heart,
Will throb.
What is this sorrow,
You may ask.
It is love,
Without it's mask.
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Story of my Life
PoetryThese are going to be poems that I have written though out my life that sort of explain things. I started these when I first developed depression which is why quite a few are kind of dark. The poems each mark a time period in my life starting two ye...
