My sorrows,
They fly away from me at times,
Throwing me into the agony,
Of nothing to hold on to.
Constant companions they are for me.
I beg them, desert me not,
For I am afraid of happiness.
Trecherous she is,
Like the rain in summer.
She appears out of nowhere,
Embraces me in her heavenly arms.
As I begin to forget the summer of my life,
She leaves me,
Abandoning me to the heat of my sorrows.
But I need worry not.
My sorrows, they always come back.
They cannot find a better home than my heart.
I welcome them, guide them back,
To their nest of my memories.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Sherin s. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.