THE TASTE OF SORROW

A continuing grief....

THE TASTE OF SORROW

An ebb and flow of endless days
Where tears become a flowing maze
To wash away the piercing gaze
Of time and its recall

Weigh heavy on the breaking heart
Where never does the pain empart
A form of ceasless tattooed marks
Which pierce the soul in vain

But tastes of sorrow like unto
My every breath and thought of you
Wherein I seek to live it through
Yet never can repose

Upon the mantel whereon lies
A portrait of the one who died
By day and night the while I cry...
My thorn without a rose
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Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The thorn is left when the rose departs....what a perfect metaphor. When someone we love dies, the pain pierces our very souls. I remember when you went through the pain....the sorrow. I know that you will never forget, never truly get through it. May his memory be a bit of a blessing, Sharon. Your words are heartfelt. Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much my sweet friend for such a heartfelt and kind review. I appreciate you so much! ~Sharon

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

A heartfelt, entrenching and wonderful poem! Tyfs!

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you for reading and leaving a lovely and compassionate response. I appreciate you. ~Sharon

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're very welcome Sharon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"my thorn without a rose" so beautiful, so sad...we never can forget them, we never want to.

[Miss Sharon]

So very true Jacob. Thank you for a beautifully compassionate response to this write. I've heard it said that 'time heals all wounds.' Not true. Some wounds will never heal. I appreciate your support of my writng. ~Sharon

[Cassie]

ohhh Sharon, this one tugs at my heart and makes my throat go so dry. Very very sad piece of poetry here

[Miss Sharon]

I appreciate your kind and compassionate response to this write Cassie. Thank you. ~Sharon