Sorrow Pit
THE SORROW PIT
Sorrow burned so deep a hole
His feet had disappeared--
Designed a ladder to escape--
Its rungs were elegantly devised of secret
Midnight tears.
Survival drove him upward--
Escaped with his last breath—
Ached for her in every bone,
A fool, he taunted death.
Dreamed of her at dawning
Her hair wild disarray---
Wept for her when waking
And cursed the break of day
By chance he rode a whirlwind,
Jumped the ladder to success
Where this climb would lead--
He didn't mind the mess.
His children were a sea away
Beyond his wildest reach
And every lesson he had learned
He had no chance to teach.
If the course of love is pain
Sparsely Spiced with hints of glory,
To him, Life seems a thankless meal--
Best digested in a story.
V Anderson-Throop 2013
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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