Sorrow Poem by Joshua Hillard

I feel it in my heart,
I feel it in my soul,
It's beginning to grow strong,
As I begin to let go,

Only I can see myself,
These emotions I must pour,
Sadly I fill my own glass,
Until I can no more,

Such words begin to haunt,
Certain visions create a dream,
I toss and turn in this hole,
Living what's foreseen,

What I build I must break,
For only I know the truth,
My mind has become my prophet,
My eyes have become my proof,

I allow sorrow to take place,
In which I begin to cease,
The cringe of its seepage,
Its darkness crawls through me,

This void is an empty space,
A gathering of a broken soul,
Find peace and love through my sorrow,
A dream I must behold,

For sorrow has become a shadow,
Following all I may roam,
Once by my side, but now my heart,
Its darkness is now my home.