Real Sorrow
Sorrow tastes like the bitter-most
Of all fruits.
One bite,
And it’s all that fills your mouth.
Sorrow is the image
Of a crying family.
Its pull on your heart is so strong,
Your tears will too start to fall.
Sorrow feels like a knife
Stabbing into your heart.
Slowly carving a hole
And leaving it empty.
Sorrow is the screaming and crying
You can hear anywhere.
Loud and terrifying,
You can’t block it out.
Sorrow smells like rotting bodies,
The end of lives.
Fresh air has been tainted by it,
There is no air to breathe.
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I experienced this poem through all my senses: I could taste the bitter fruit and feel its texture in my mouth; I saw the crying family and felt the wrenching on my heart; I heard the screaming......
Amazing poem, well done Rhel
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Thank you
When I was in Singapore... I experienced all of these things.. except the smelling bit.. cause well I wasn't in China..
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I am never alone,
For God is always with me.
I am a lost sheep,
And God is my shepard.
Always letting me back into the herd,
Eventhough I have strayed countless times.
So don't fret,
When you're lost.
God'll find you,
Again and again.
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I am never alone,
For God is always with me.
I am a lost sheep,
And God is my shepard.
Always letting me back into the herd,
Eventhough I have strayed countless times.
So don't fret,
When you're lost.
God'll find you,
Again and again.
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