Sorrow Of A Foolish Kind! - Poem by Rince Wind
In the hope of giving new hope
to a despairingly hopeless self
everyday I soundlessly drop
an empty bowl, in an already empty bowl.
only to realize
that this sorrow is of a very foolish kind,
for it's been so long and
so much of unhappiness has been spent
but the pain hasn't lessened
nor has it sunk any deeper.
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