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Sorrow For Tomorrow

I've been sitting here for hours now just staring into space
Remembering the bad times, God help me.
I'm so bitter with emotion and my tears burn down my face
Wish I could keep my sorrow for tomorrow and be free.

The room is very dark now and I notice every flicker
Remembering the bad times, God help me.
My mind is utter turmoil, overflowing, growing sicker
Wish I could keep my sorrow for tomorrow and be free.

My images are etching on my eyelids when my eyes close
Remembering the bad times, God help me.
My body is feeling tortured from my head down to my toes
Wish I could keep my sorrow for tomorrow and be free.

Now I'm shaking with pure panic as the tension builds within me
Remembering the bad times, God help me.
I hear shouting, screaming crying and it's sounding from within me
Wish I could keep my sorrow for tomorrow and be free

I am lost now in my visions filled with terror and revulsion
Remembering the bad times, God help me.
My sweat's dripping, I taste vomit and I'm filled with pure repulsion
Wish I could keep my sorrow for tomorrow and be free.

As I slowly find my senses and my mind begins to function
From remembering the bad times, God help me
I start praying to the Lord to leave me here now at this junction
Please God don't keep my sorrow for tomorrow let me be....

Jane Shields 22nd July 2016

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Date: 10/13/2018 11:45:00 PM
Nice poem // Sorrow, you're not good for tomorrow, I can't you borrow for future as auto, You're can't stay in my bone marrow, O' God, please help me, help me to divorce the lame sorrow//
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Date: 10/13/2018 5:56:00 PM
Jane, I agree, poetry can be truly cathartic and freeing the spirit. My mother was a Shields whose paternal side first came over from Ireland 1633 to Maryland and Virginia. You could be a distant cousin. : ) A wonderful poem written with heartfelt pain, I am sure helped you cope.
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Date: 10/24/2017 6:50:00 AM
Trauma suffered in the past and in particularly as a child, never seems to leave us and we always have flashbacks.. but somehow we need to find peace.. I brilliant reflective poem.. You are a talented writer..
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Date: 10/24/2017 6:56:00 AM
This was one of my first few. I thank you for your kind comment. I am addicted to writing now. It gives me an escape. x