Wednesday, 1 January 2014


We are all alone in sorrow
Tears flow down one face only
It is not a time to be shared
Sorrow, that emotion so lonely

The salt in our tears reminds us
Of our origins deep in the see
Where alone once again we can float
In a place with only 'me'

 Each tear held back still hurts
As hidden as it may be
They collect, built up, become a part
Of deep pent up misery

In sorrow we are by ourselves
None can hold our hand
All that remains is to choose
When and where to make a stand

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