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SORROWS
Sorrows wind and unwind so That I’m for them a game. As one goes, another comes; The life remains the same. Why can’t all of them invade Me simply in one go? That would be better than this Death so painful and slow. How long shall I have to face Perpetual torment? I am now almost a wreck. With sorrows, I am bent. Lord, have some mercy on me. Let me too have some life. Let me have some sane moments, Free of sorrow and strife. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 syllabic format. • Written for the “Shadows and Light Contest” contest, "Invalid Item" M C Gupta 29 August 2009
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