My Sadness
My young life, so far, has been a garden ravaged,
scarred and weather-stained with deep sorrow and sadness;
I hang my head like a dying flower damaged,
this rose, bitter sweet and driven to vast madness.
Scarred and weather-stained with deep sorrow and sadness,
wild, rain storms and great winds shake the sea of my sleep;
this rose, bitter sweet and driven to vast madness,
lost in this sea of the melancholy- I keep.
Wild, rain storms and great winds shake the sea of my sleep,
always, curtains stir on my misery and pain;
lost in this sea of the melancholy- I keep,
my heart is drowned in the depths of falling rain.
Always, curtains stir on my misery and pain,
and yet I drink from the deep blue cup of life;
my heart is drowned in the depths of falling rain,
hope is music to the soul- though pierced by life's knife.
And yet, I drink from the deep blue cup of life,
I hang my head life a dying flower damaged;
hope is music to the soul- though pierced by life's knife,
my young life, so far, has been a garden ravaged.
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April 28, 2017
Pantoum/My Sadness
Copyright Protected, ID 896193
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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