Sorrow Poem by Meagan Miller

The sorrow, it's building up.
An emotional volcano, just waiting to erupt.
Not only sorrow fills my soul.
Fear, confusion, and anger have helped create this hole.
The hole that was once my heart
Is now gaping wider and deeper.

Never before have the tears flowed so freely;
I will not do this willingly! !
My heart is being torn in two directions,
Both of which are far from perfect, so full of defections.
My true love is being torn from my hands
Just as I sensed it would over time's lonely sands.