POETRY
Grief Rains
Tears Upon My Face
Tears fall of their own volition. So often they rain down. Many just see my dowdy frown
They don’t know my pain deep down, in my vacant heart, It does reside.
I wonder; just how deep my pain does go?
Can you see it plain upon my face?
When will my heart be free? I ponder whether my life is a farce? Too often, my hope is scarce.
Since I was just a girl, I wondered where I belong, If anywhere at all?
Am I trapped here in my own misery, While others go about their merry way?
As of late, I wonder what’s my fate?
How do I keep going? How long will I feel such emptiness? It plagues me as I trudge through the desert of my soul.
Is there anywhere I’ll feel right? Hope and faith are out of sight.
Just going day to day… Merely surviving, never thriving.
Am I kidding myself? Fooling so many others.
Or am I blind to the trees; Of the forest in front of me?
Is there light at the end of my tunnel?
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