"Sorrow Becomes Me"

Sorrow seems so beautiful to me
Perhaps this why I can't let her go

She comes to me like an illusion
With pastels and vibrance surrounding

The picture she paints is a happy one
With no sign of anguish or bitter regret

She smiles at me and I smile back
She offers her hand and I accept

But to what end?
When does it stop and happiness begin?

I can't seem to shake her
And she is forever present in my life

She is a beautiful facade
That drenches me in misery

Her skin is ice cold
And it reeks of lies and conspiracy

Conspiring against my heart
Conspiring against my soul

She asks for my forgiveness
And explains that this is a part of life

I pull my hand back
My veins seem frozen beneath my skin

This thing called sorrow
She's beautiful to me indeed

But I have to go now,
Yes, I have to leave

Because this thing called life...
It keeps asking for me.

Author's Note

Not too happy about the lack of creativity but the words just came out so hopefully it's not too bad. Any thoughts or ideas are welcome

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Love the metaphors...I felt this pain many times. I can relate.

Love the ending:

Because this thing called life...
It keeps asking for me.

Sorry sorrow, I will be happy tomorrow. :)

[paparapapa]

Yes, you can still make it better when it comes to creativity by adding more flowing and brilliant words, but I guess this is already good for me. It already paints a picture inside my head, and I loved how you used a beautiful lady to portray sorrow. Shows your creativity. I think this one's really good, so good job.

[Chris]

Worry less on inspiration... be yourself. When you FEEL it inside - you give others the chance to taste your thoughts - and some might even understand.

Take care,
Chris