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Sorrow
Sorrow is black
Like the cold wind
Echoing though the dark empty spaces, in my mind
It is pain
In the carefully torn piece of muscle, that is my heart
The memories surge through my mind
Leaving my body empty
Like a child thats been left alone
I feel I could cry out for help
But all the while knowing
Nobody will hear my cries
And if they do
They will not care
as you felt this on your own, i did too, life is not fair, but we have to fight, to keep going on.
and there is one more thing: Jesus can take your sorrow and bring you peace. love in Christ sabina,
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest" Matt. 11 v28