Sorrow Poem by aryaindia india

to the pit feeling when all does not go well


Why have you come to my door?
Presenting enough and some more
Have you to wrench at my core?
Your various hues, I am sore

Battled you long in a day
Struggled to act as you may
Venting ire in such ways
Beg you to please do not stay

Presenting enough and some more
Just why have you come to my door?
Your various hues wrench at my core
I am sore, really sore, very sore

By aryaindia


Author's comments:
Something makes me sad..............