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Sorrow
Contributed by
Fernanda_F_Rocha
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Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 07:12:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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This eternal sorrow of the soul
This disenchantment of being
This maladjustment of life
This emptiness of want
This eternal fear in suffering
I cant reach myself
I seek so much inside
I look for the closed source
I feel the water running
It dries in my silenced mouth
It's like denying Happiness
It's like suffering in wonder
It's waiting without time
it is the hope of despair
It's resting in fatigue
By Fernanda F. Rocha
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Fernanda_F_Rocha
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2005-08-18 07:12:33]
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Re: Sorrow
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by Shade on
Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 07:21:21 AM AEST
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| ah sorrow, my old friend how many coffee table conversations have we indulged in how many how many stories have we traded... |
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Re: Sorrow
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by pUnKa_RaCh on
Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 08:33:35 AM AEST
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emotional write......I can sense the utter sadness in your words....
great poem to read.....you did well conveying a person in despair....written with style indeed.
well done....peace to you. |
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Re: Sorrow
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by gwenevere on
Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 08:39:48 AM AEST
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| Very sad and haunting with a hidden beauty, ros |
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Re: Sorrow
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by Spike on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 12:14:48 AM AEST
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This is a poem much bigger and deeper than its title - this is that existential suffering that goes to the core of being, when the meaning of it all - a glimpse of the true essence - remains just out of reach, a shadow in the corner of the mind's eye.
My critique isn't very objective because I am in the same place right now, but I really enjoyed this.
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