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Why the ******** does my life need a title...here i'll give you one...hell
a journal
Sorrow

PART 1

As I cast myself into the flames of Sorrow,
I can't help but hope for his return tomorrow.
Unable to leave a strong love behind,
a love exposed to a World Unkind.
When will my Dearly Beloved come back?
I know he's gone for the compassion I lacked.
How can I be sure he hasn't been lost in all those trenches?
Or that he's not covered in a dozen filthy wenches?
I worry for he is my one & only,
this house sounds empty & he left me lonely.
Before he left me, he told me to await his return,
He told me this in a voice that was firm.
I close my eyes to attepmt to sleep,
but find that in all this sorrow all I can do is weep
In my mind, I tell myself he'll return to me,
Just you wait & see!
I can't help but hope for his return tomorrow,
but til he returns I have been cast into the flames of Sorrow...

PART 2

As I am lost in a war of Sorrow,
it is hard to go to another battle tomorrow.
The pain & greif I see everday,
makes me wish I hadn't gone away.
But does it really matter where I am?
People will always see me as a Black lamb.
Maybe tomorrow this damn war will be won.
Til then, til I can return to my Love, I will not see the sun.
I have my own pain, but I've also cause my share,
I'd write her, but I don't dare.
I exposed her to an unkind world,
when I left her, my world became a twist & twirl.
I do not expect her to forgive, nor forget,
this is my fault & I shall bear the regret.
It is my life mission now, not to die,
there will be no more reasons for her to cry.
It is hard to go to another battle tomorrow,
for I have my own war of Sorrow.

PART3

As I awake, drowned in my Sorrow,
this pain is like a poison arrow.
My chest has been pierced, & my eyes are swollen,
What if my Dearly Beloved has been stolen?
I have written many letters, but there has been no reply,
Dearly Beloved, please do not die.
This pain is like a poison arrow,
I am simply drowning in Sorrow.

PART 4

Holding my riffle to my chest, I think in Sorrow
What's worst? A bullet or an arrow?
My eyes are red & I am scared,
I don't like this emotion, it is so rare.
I feel I am alone, & without my love,
I think this, as bombs begin to drop from above.
What's worst? an arrow or a bullet?
Hold your riffle to your chest Soldier, for these are my thoughts of Sorrow.





 
 
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