Poems By Ruth

Poor Sorrow

Where sadness? That is my gloom.

That's were I see the silver moon.

I had not meant to say,

But it did anyway.

All life is cruel,

I feel like a fool.

Not intended to be harsh.

That's why I am sinking into the marsh.

I feel I am cry or die...

But I must try.

To say I am sorry.

For I hate the fiery

of others cause I care.

But I have nowhere.

You my be hurt,

and that's why I feel like dirt.

For you I tried to praise.

But that put me in a daze.

It brought pain and sorrow.

It ruined our tomorrow.

My tears may fall.

The heart's of all

are now broken.

I will not take them as a token.

For I have found love elsewhere.

And I have learned to love and care.