Poem about a Gloomy Mood

Sorrowful Night

Tearing eyes filled with sorrow

Heart sinking, full of harrow

Once again, black hole prevails

Listen close . . . to silent wails


Torment creeps, unsuspected.

Dark, my thoughts, resurrected.

What ill deed, did I inflict,

That gloom’s cloud over me picked?


Groping blind, searching in dark

Inner core.  My soul is stark.

Hoping for small gleam of light

Scare away mares of the night.

Cannot break away from strife,

Though often it pains my life.

Leave me now, to my sorrow

May mood lift, ‘pon the ‘morrow.

–                         – June Nash

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