Sorrow Sits Uneasy

Sorrow sits uneasy
so long since any peace
so long since any feelings strong
her stricken heart gone numb
She breathes out the burden with a sigh.

Shed a single tear, her river flows and wanes
as sorrows washed anew away
in truly such a static state
ah, such is life!
an endless circle
just like the ring he promised!
and so she’ll seek, so she’ll search for more.

She sips her coffee quietly
a bitter taste, her soul intently
searching for an answer
embittered and battered heart as hers -
bruised, broken, shattered.

Sorrow sits uneasy
so long since any peace
for true love commands her heart
and, so often, true love is silent.


Adam Taylor Green, 2012