My Sorrow

What is life, but to die?
We come in for a moment’s time
and then we are snatched away.
Leaving behind a world with no life
even when you try to find some
sanity to it all, there is none.

Life is but pain, death, sorrow?
I ask where is life's meaning.
When someone you share the world with
is snatched away.
Leaving a pain that has no words
to describe its horror;
you stop and ask who is next?
What about me, what’s life?

You find yourself longing for the Grim Reaper;
he would become a welcome friend.

Life has no meaning, no meaning at all
I catch myself seeking for my creator's face;
I need answers!
Yet are their none out there that would bring sanity;
only loss, a hole with total darkness,
and no end, just more hopelessness.

I need a world where there is no pain and death;
for me there is no such place.
For all I know is the terror of this hell!

Reviews

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

what a touching poem... amazing piece of writing...

(btw did you find the info you were looking for?)

[hyancynthstofeedthysoul]

As I often say, "Pain is normal, pain is natural, it proves you are alive." Think of this there is no pain in death.

[Jonathan Bryant Dean]

I agree. I do not fear death. I do not fear life, on the whole, even though I am in constant pain that even morphine cannot control.

Good poem.

JBD