Stained With Sadness

Our brow is stained with sadness
and we begin to wonder
did we leap before we looked
when love gave us the call.
The road ahead may be rocky,
but we say we can persevere.
Again, we begin to wonder
whether our decisions were the right ones
when we made our judgement call.
Then more doubts cloud our mind,
are we going down a road
we’ve gone down once before.
A road that leads to nowhere.
The more we question
the less we do
to turn our life around
and all we do is add more stains
to our sadness stained brow.

23 January 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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