Sorrowful Night
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Tearing eyes filled with sorrow
Heart sinking, full of harrow
Once again, black hole prevails
Listen close . . . to silent wails
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Torment creeps, unsuspected.
Dark, my thoughts, resurrected.
What ill deed, did I inflict,
That gloom’s cloud over me picked?
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Groping blind, searching in dark
Inner core. My soul is stark.
Hoping for small gleam of light
Scare away mares of the night.
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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
June Nash 
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