I sowed the seeds of pain within,
her love helped them grow to fruition,
I harvest all I have sown,
I find that I am but deluded.
Her love helped them grow to fruition,
full and sweet within my heart.
They weigh me down with much sorrow,
and regret of what never was.
I harvest all I have sown,
reaping saddness and pain.
I wish for that which should not be,
and hate all I have done.
I find that I am but deluded,
my thoughts clouded and mind in the dark.
They are my only solace and refuge,
these many fruits of sweet, sweet pain.
A contest entry
- the weeping willow by adsaige.
350 points, ended February 17, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this was really good!!! love the darkness of it! i wish you the best of luck in the contest!
NineTailedFox -
A troubled and regretful piece. I like the flow and the imagery. The metaphor of seeds ripening into bittersweet fruit is good. Best wishes in the comp. The background is ultra cool.
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Darkness can be solace as long as you can see the light in the distance.
and also you must be willing to journey to it occasionally. 
Sorry that is big sister talk. 
This poem seems written from the heart so I will worry like a good sister...
Well done little brother.
Love,
Delila
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My words may not be able to express the praise this piece should deserve, but I would like to only say, the verse is beautiful. Thank you.
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