Sorrow

This poem sometimes describes my life.

My internal sorrow makes me cry 

My internal sorrow makes me die

I look up and down

I look all around

My soul is breathless

and so is my town

I see nothing but gloom

While my sorrow takes me to doom

As my followers grow into senility

I get one last epiphany

What does this life really mean

With all of the hateful dreams

Sorrow

My sorrow grows

To where I don't fit my clothes 

Why does my town remind me so

of fear and sorrow that begins to grow

The bright crevasse of light 

I try to break free

away from the night

Do I really deserve it 

to break from the fright 

Do I really deserve it 

to break from the night

I see freedom 

freedom from the sorrow

                       Jeremiah Lee

                                      

Author's Note

Thought of this poem when I was in somewhat a dark place. Kinda

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[Blue Bird II]

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