My Dear Sorrow Poem by Ankita Sharma

Everyday I sat in gloom,
In the corners of my room
And there I shed those tears
That awaited to come for years

I felt tears that were real
Every dropp came from oceans of sorrow
It watered flowers to bloom tomorrow
Flowers of pain, flowers bent
And flowers that won't give any scent

Hevens were part of me
Valleys in the heart of me
Large rivers flowing for pain;
Flowing for loss, flowing for gain
And yet they never meet the sea,
Instead they look for me

I might find when I'm kind
But how to search I'm blind
And with greed I bleed
For an eternal need
I search for the right deed in vain;
Get lost and I end up with pain
I walk roads sane an insane
There's not one who'll understand,
Lend me his love, his helping hand

Everyway seems wrong,
The winds are stong
The skies and their stories are long
This world and its pleasures throng
Life and its age old song
Can't just forgive, forget and stagger along

Who knows what's right
Who can fight this might
Who can reach that starlight,
Who can reach that height
I'd be damned if I had to give
myself to this darkness..

My desire is lame with insanity,
My desire is wild
It faints when it sees the dark,
And fear is a lost child

Lend me your love,
Lend me your love O night
I can't pardon or scale you,
I happen to have no sight
The valleys of sin are deep,
The mountains of love are high
Help me o darkness,
Help me before I die

Don't blame me sorrow,
If I am not here tomorrow
Begin without me, bgin without my breath
Spare me, and you spare my death
You very well know what the spades did on my life
To complete it, I brought in a knife

My blood rhymes with revolvers,
My huge death waiting
All life debating
All curiosity peeping
All love sleeping
The slumbers of sorrow
waking..waking..waking
Taking and taken
With death I awaken..
In a shaking light
In a dreaming light
Somebody who slept so much
Awakens with this simple touch
Melody the tragedy of this life-taken away with this knife