My Childhood Poem 14 Poem by soulful heart

My Childhood Poem 14

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What is sorrow?
Which never can we borrow.
But pops out from nowhere
Wishing could escape somewhere.
Try to ignore it
Rushes fiercely to bit.
Try to store it
Piles up as tearful gems.
Endless are the sorrowful fears
Gobling every ray that appears.
Try to stride along with
Accross the world's width
The day you overcome and win
You become an empty tin.

Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 29 May 2016

Pops out from nowhere! Thanks for sharing.

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Valsa George 16 November 2014

In our attempt to defeat sorrow, we get defeated gradually until we become empty because sorrow and joy are essential ingredients of life and defeating sorrow completely is a utopean scheme! So let us accept sorrow as part of life! Very insightful write!

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Mohammad Skati 08 November 2014

It's a wonderful poem that shows the truth of life around us.

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