Dear Sorrow
Dear Sorrow
I need to write to you
Perhaps if you read my words
You’ll listen to what I say
Though we are together every day
It’s like you don’t even know I’m here
Days, hours and years you’ve been with me
For as long as I can recall you’ve been
Constant companion
My twin flame
I have made you lover
Not of desire
But out of absence of another
I have made you queen
Not as loyal subject
More as jester and slave
Being with you has not been
As a child spinning gleefully
But as one gathered
Into the violent circles of a cyclone
You’ve never been heaven
Sometimes you’ve been hell
Most often a place of numbness
Occasions still as purgatory
Where in your cruelty you are exacting a price
Which I don’t understand why I owe you
This gnawing thought in my brain
You owe me
For all you’ve taken
For all my loss
Yet still here I am
A debtor to your deviance
These words on the page
Nothing more than dead letters
buried on white paper tomb
the silence of the night a weeping lament
I don’t know what I’m trying to say
I don’t think you’re listening anyway
The purpose of this letter still a mystery to me
I cannot decide if I’m trying to tell you
I want to break up, this romance over
Or if I’m confessing my eternal love for you
Dear Sorrow
My sweet suffering
Read these words
Show we what to do
Teach me once and for all
Is your embrace my peace or my suffocation?
Tell me you love me or hate me
Please…
Sincerely,
Me