Sorrow Cup Poem by patrick o'shaughnessy
Sorrow Cup
pour sorrow in a cup
ill be full to the brim
no room for a smile
a smile is foreign to my face
life pushing on my sould
creating preassure i cannot stand
on the urge of explosion
a time bomb just waiting
tears wet my face
soon dries and hides
just like pain is hidden from you
stuck
no way out
pressure unbeleivable
explosion coming up
this feeling is on the urge
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