Sorrow is an
old friend to me
he hangs around my house
as if he belongs here
he tugs at my smiles
trying hard
to pull them down
the muscles strain
the smiles hold most times
but just as often they don't
frowns appear on my
lips and on my forehead
and in my posture as well
I bend beneath his hugs of pain
in a dark corner of my mind
he throws parties when love dies
his streamers hung below my eyes
are the color of tears
the balloons are all black
and very much deflated
the stereo only plays
angry words
over and over again
and shadows dance
with fevered paces
to the litany of it's sounds
he has stood by me when
love has slowly vanished from
the eyes of those I cherish
years of companionship
lost in a sea of tears
and then sunk in the
hollows of my eyes
he had an all out banger
when my Mom died
she was manic depressive
flattened to a bookmark
in her collection of good memories
he was extremely close to her
then she was gone
60 years and a flick
of the life support switch
I signed the order
but he guided my hand
he followed me home where
he threw a wake..but I wasn't
he always seems to know
when I'm vulnerable
that's usually when
he brings friends of his over
to stay for awhile
loneliness....despair....bitterness
they stain the carpet of my soul
with their their heady concoctions
they trash the orderly
progression of my life
things get shattered
like my heart
tattered like my dreams
and battered like my soul
and then calm arrives
usually unexpectedly
for just awhile
doors slam
the unwanted disappear
and the sunlight
creeps in till
all is well again
though I can still see sorrow
peeping in the gaps
between the curtains
on my windows
waiting for an opening
faithful to the end
sorrow is my friend.
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