We Are The SorrowA Poem by John Fitzgerald
We are the sorrow
That lays low behind Every childhood wall Like a secret zephyr of memory And the wind she humbly brings back Behind the spray of every childhood dream Lost within the compass of learning And yet we are that first taste of water that gives us back the dream, A book we though lost In the endless library of suffering That physical pain That throbs in every ungodly colour and travels secretly through time And space to touch us once more © 2024 John FitzgeraldReviews
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