Sorrow touches me
Sorrow at my
loneliness
For want of another
soul
To make me whole
Plumbing the depths of
despair
In search of that
missing piece
That will banish
sorrow forever
But fail in that
endeavour
Finding solace is
always just out of reach
An outstretched hand
away
There simply for the taking
Then I’m left aching
What was seemingly
solid and tangible
Evaporated into the
ether
So I will begin again
tomorrow
The search for the end
of sorrow
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