Sorrow


Sorrow streams down my face,
in rivers of pain.

I stay silent because it seems that no one really cares.

I sit and wait for my sorrows to lift, yet slowly it gets  heavier the longer I wait.

I know deep inside that my light is there,
my shine is never not there.

Its just covered up
by all the suffering I bare.

I do hope soon the vail
will fade, 
and I will see the sun
once again in Its glorious gleam.

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