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// Monday, June 08, 2009

The Ghosts of Sorrow (Sadness Part 2)

An open switch,
  An open wound.
Those vacant eyes,
  A soul marooned.

Constricted hope,
  And drying tears.
There's no relief,
  From deathbed fears.

No hands to hold,
  No fight remains.
What prayers to say?
  When the spirit wanes.

 
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Recently I walked through the corridors of a hospital and the ghosts of sorrow were everywhere.

To view all parts of Sadness, select the label, "sadness in three parts".

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