Monday, August 30, 2010

Book of Sorrows: poem eight

Without me:

How would the world be,
Without me?
The pain in my eyes never to see,
This crooked smile never placed on me,
This lock on my heart never to be,
Would this broken heart of mine then be free?
How would the world see,
Without me?

Would life be more simple?
Would pain never dwell in a heart?
Would those I know be less crippled,
Without the sadness I bring from the start?
No more tears of pain i would bring,
Would the world then sing?
How would it be,
Without me?

I cry and cry with every new strife,
But is not strife a part of this life?
So even without me,
Pain and sadness the world would still see.

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