Threads
Sorrow , my companion, how you bear such burden,
the weight of broken hearts,
the sea of endless tears.
Such is my thoughts, they my tormentors,
my mind, turning, wheeling,
where is there reason.
The knowing of wrong cannot change the coarse.
My heart , tis laden with delusionment, and disenchantment,
Yet the pain, by far , ouy ways these.
As I reminiss here , amongst melancholy and sadness ,
I feel such longing , torment , pulling at me,
How do I escape.
I know the heart will heal with time,
and the body will still bear ,
But not the threads of my mind ,
No stretch of fabric can mend that tear.
Clement Hardy
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