I feel it in my heart,
I feel it in my soul,
It's beginning to grow strong,
As I begin to let go,
Only I can see myself,
These emotions I must pour,
Sadly I fill my own glass,
Until I can no more,
Such words begin to haunt,
Certain visions create a dream,
I toss and turn in this hole,
Living what's foreseen,
What I build I must break,
For only I know the truth,
My mind has become my prophet,
My eyes have become my proof,
I allow sorrow to take place,
In which I begin to cease,
The cringe of its seepage,
Its darkness crawls through me,
This void is an empty space,
A gathering of a broken soul,
Find peace and love through my sorrow,
A dream I must behold,
For sorrow has become a shadow,
Following all I may roam,
Once by my side, but now my heart,
Its darkness is now my home.
So sad to feel sorrow in heart and soul. We hope happiness will bring light in this forest of sorrow. Wise and wonderful...10
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Hard poem to swallow, I feel blood pooling in my legs; just thinking about a walk along that trail. Well written Sir J.