How Sorrow Is Realized
Underneath this living worldUsually on Sunday afternoons
Sad little men write tragic stories
Morbid plays and sombre tunes
They hoist them up on thin lines
Made of lost hope undisguised
To be found by us and acted out
And that is how sorrow is realized
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Copyright © David Williams 2017
Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda
Written on 2026-08-11 at 05:52
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