Sorrow in one's heart,
puts a heavy burden of remorse,
within one's soul.
The meaning of one's life,
fades into the endless boundaries,
of one's own emotions.
Hope is reduced to the fragments,
of one's own imagination.
Becoming moments of panic,
with each passing thought.
Causing a shell of despair,
within the mirrors of one's soul.
Echoing and vibrating,
the being within,
that nobody hears,
that nobody sees,
that nobody knows,
that nobody holds.
Creating thoughts that are never told,
a chain reaction from the sorrow,
of a loved one now departed,
who's left many broken hearted.
-written by Robyn Brown
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