Chained in Sorrow


Sweet sorrow, will you not depart,
Let loose, this grip upon my heart?

I mourn the day you entered me,
For lost am I, to misery;
A darkness grew from your embrace,
My essence shattered, laid to waste.

You've taken hold, where once was light,
And drowned my soul in hapless plight;
So deeply buried 'neath my skin,
You prowl the depths from low within.

To surface then, you do arise,
To seep from these unwanting eyes;
Too weak to try, too tired to fight,
And so these tears, I'll shed tonight.

I pray that peace and calm prevail,
Though wish I might, to no avail;
'Tis not a refuge to be found,
Release elusive ... torture-bound.

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/Kit McCallum
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