Sorrow

It cut me like a knife; it cut me through and through, Such poignancy in pain, such anguish I never knew. I was tormented beyond endurance, but bear I did, Bore it bravely without a murmur, silently to bleed. Sorrow- an unwelcome guest, unannounced barges in, Or surreptitiously it will enter, without any inhibition, Wringing dry the zest in life, sucking out the will to live, Draining out all one has, but devoid of the ability to give. Sorrow may grow and mature like a foul, festering sore, It bores deeper when nurtured, hurting more and more-- To steel one’s feelings,soft tissues we have to shed, It is only then that we will be able to steer right ahead.