Poetry

River of Sorrow (#172)

Are my eyes blind to sorrow?
I have awakened into tomorrow,

I feel I’m the unstable element to this place,
I smile, yet others have a frown on their face,

What black river has my boat breached?
What kind of tomorrow have I reached?

Into my life jacket, so that I don’t drown in sorrow,
I must sail to survive, or I’ll never reach the morrow.

Any Thoughts?

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