Sorrow descends, weakening the body, the heart, the soul.
It purges the mind of all brighter emotions.
Ripping mercilessly through illusions of comfort
And attacking the heart, leaving nothing but pain.
I like the fact that this poem is short, why go over the top using more words and elabarations, when you got exactly the right amount of emotion and depth in those four lines. Some poems need to be long and some need to be short, this one is fine short! Keep up the awesome work! Sarah
Yea this is so very true. I'm sorry you're going through sorrow and i hope life gets better for you. You know what they say life is like a dick when it gets hard [censored] it. (yea i know not very age approprite but it's true. ~~Danni~~