Chase Sharp

Sorrow - Poem by Chase Sharp

Sorrow in are eyes.
Sorrow in the skies.
Sorrow in are hearts.
Sorrow, as it starts.

Pain, it grows old.
Pain, it is told.
Pain it hurts.
Pain is lurks.

All that life has given.
I can not give back.
But to die by the scythe.
Into Heaven's delight.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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