Sorrow

In the midst of us all,
Her whirlwind
Ascends the bedlem of time
She stirs through our mind
As a leaf in an autum gale,
Leaving thoughts in a mass
Of so much stray sweepings

In the temptest of love,
Her downpour
Transcends the obstacle of tide
She surges through our mind
As a bolt of current from the sky
Leaving thoughts in a mass
Of so much stray sweepings

In the storm of passion,
Her intimacy
Disrupts the flow of life
She moves through our mind
As a plow in a field
Revealing thoughts in a mass
Of so much stray sweepings
She is Sorrow...

by Elzie McEntire 1999

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