An End to Sorrow

How many years now in the making?
How many tears have you been faking?
Making up for lost time still it seems
So easy for childish fears to keep me shaking.
I sleep all day as the fear of waking
Breaks so easily this soul of mine.
An end to sorrow, an end to pain
To live tomorrow, to breathe again
It’s all I ask and nothing more.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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