Sorrow

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i hear screams, not of pain, or joy… but sorrow.
there are crys to far away for me to reach.
they sound close but i can never find them, no matter how fast or how far i run.
but but i can steel feel their heart break, their fond memories…their sorrow.

why me? why was i choosen for all of this? what’s my greater purpose?

im the one who puts everyone else first, i give everyone the upper hand. they become the queens, the kings… and i become nothing but a bug you can step on.

now i know who holds the sorrow it’s me. i loved and i have lost…the loss was greater, but i know now everyone will not get the upper hand anymore but me i will.

This poem was written/submitted by kirstin.

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