My Sorrow

About sleep, without dreams The thoughts inside The soul. The heart All this is tearing me apart In a continuous circle Of average, grey days And of my soul I don’t think in many ways I run, I hurry, I'm not prudent. Work, daughter, home, a college student. I run so hard you’d think I’m mad. My thought are not about that! When it will end When things begin improving My life will start And forward I’ll be moving. When I was loved When I could love All troubles seemed to go above Those moments gone What’s left is pain And bitterness of surprise Is falling on my head like rain My body’s young My soul is winter My bed is cold My heart is old Regret, pain and tears Damaged me throughout the years Where before were roses Now an empty vessel poses Flying and spinning And obscuring light There’s no where to go I gave up my fight. My dreams are like visits When there I arrive Where there’s no pain You are asleep and you are ALIVE