Sorrow
Can one truly understand another's sorrow
or touch upon the depth of pain
that seeps into the soul's center
when death or other lonely thing
enters in and takes, removes the source
of light and love and comfort?
Deep calling to deep and deeper still,
the rumbling in the darkness
echos throughout the night -
a night that knows no daybreak
nor moon nor stars that shine.
For no light appears in such deep places.
No comfort comes, but sorrow winds
its tentacles into tomorrow.
Will it never go away?
Can one truly understand another's sorrow
or touch upon the depth of pain
that seeps into the soul's center
when death or other lonely thing
enters in and takes, removes the source
of light and love and comfort?
Deep calling to deep and deeper still,
the rumbling in the darkness
echos throughout the night -
a night that knows no daybreak
nor moon nor stars that shine.
For no light appears in such deep places.
No comfort comes, but sorrow winds
its tentacles into tomorrow.
Will it never go away?
10-19-2009 by Karen Marie Crump
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