As I look back on my life
embracing all the pain and sorrow,
When at 44 I took all those pills
not wanting of tomorrow,
Bill and Ron I loved them but
*in love* I couldn't be,
Yet here I sit still searching when
they both died*in love* with me,
For 18 years I loved a man
who held my heart and soul,
Yet in the end to not hate him
I had to let him go,
at 21 I found my mother
lying dead behind the wheel,
the empty bottle in her hand
I now know how that feels,
The deepest love within my heart
I know can't be reciprocated,
Forever friends but I think
that's all, for us that's fated,
Maybe now on my next life
I can find a way to borrow,
a chance at real love,returned
to replace this pain and sorrow,....
nice
Wow..again.. I love your poetry.. I know this pain.. unfortunately..
I do however still have my mother but I have found her many a nights at her end... holding a bottle.. or needle..
I do believe that pain breathes creativity into us and from it beauty is born..
This is evident in your works...
Please keep sharing.
Pain and Sorrow
I agree that from pain beauty is born,,if you liked this read I would like to recommend you read one of my others,, " A Scream Of Unfathomed Sorrow "..thank you for your comments I appreciate any and all comments,critiques/feedback..thanks again..raven_hair
You are welcome.
I'd love to see the other poems you've written. Could you give me some feedback on the poems i've posted? That would be a great help.
- Zachariah
Thank-You
This poem is a very inspiring piece of art. I'm happy you could write about your trials. I'm sorry for the struggles you've gone through. This piece is beautiful. The only things i would change, would be the way you word a couple sentences. Some of them are slightly confusing. Thanks for this post!
- Zachariah
" Pain and Sorrow "
Thank you for your comments,. this one as usual came out all at once and is the first draft so of course I will *tweak* some lines until it's the best that it can be..thanks again