Therapy of My Sorrow

by Anneboleynfreakizoid (or Jamie if you prefer)   Dec 5, 2005


Therapy of My Sorrow
By: Jamie Redlawsk
11-20-05

The soul that stands below
The sweetest countenance
Its the therapy of my sorrow
The bearer of the chance

Signals not returned
Ships passing in the night
Formed my lullaby and burned
To the caller of my plight

Deceit the hard earned lesson
But yet so proven wrong
Threw back to the aggression
Sought out by the tear-stained song

Breached the black tomorrow
So swear unto me now
Youre the therapy of my sorrow
To the hurt I wont allow

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  • 18 years ago

    by Joe

    Quite a good poem indeed, you seemed to say everything you wanted to say perfectly.
    I tend to favour poems that dont rhyme much, but what do I know.

  • 18 years ago

    by Travis

    Ok, now that was some kind of good. Very compelling, and the imagery is outstanding. There's no doubt in my mind that you're headed for the books.

  • 18 years ago

    by Juls

    Wow! This is well done I really liked the flow that you had in it. The second stanza was my favorite though!
    I pointed out a spelling error though:unto
    Keep doing a great job

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