Warden of Sorrow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sorrow is like a prison

Is it not frigid and unforgiving?

Much like winter weather

Shapes bars out of ice to block the windows


Sorrow sows its unimpressed seed

Into engine-hearts that hammer

Their way out of chests

For fear of being too cold


Sorrow sings its silent chords

Constructing constrictions

Contortions like crystals

That dance without motion in the light of my window


It cannot escape itself

It cannot free me

Sorrow is unlike a prison

It does not surround me

It comes from within

Submitted: September 25, 2018

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