Sorrow is upon me <br />I feel I want to die <br />sorrow I am, am I <br />with tearful eyes <br />waves of sickening <br />stomach churns <br />thoughts so bleak <br />making the darkness <br />of the darkest moonless <br />night seem as though <br />It was most bright. <br /> <br />Chilling fears scrambling <br />down my spine <br />one that prefers <br />to be supine. <br />Blankets cover face <br />hoping not to meet <br />any of the human race. <br />Why I ask, why oh why <br />did I deserve <br />this fate of mine? <br /> <br />Then through a chink <br />a little space <br />a new thought comes <br />to take its place <br />I think of you <br />your love and grace. <br />And in a Rumi verse <br />I remember it could be <br />much, much worse <br />and that without <br />the trials you send <br />I would soon forget <br />that I am blessed <br />with this life <br />and all it brings <br />to help me in my forgetfulness <br />of how I have been blessed <br />with this life I live <br />and what is found <br />when I let go <br />of all that’s causing <br />sorrows’ show.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrows-show/
