B: XVI: Fear In Sorrow

Sorrow must like
putting itself on show.
Yet you never see it all.

It doesn't have that winning drive
and keeps some back to stay alive,

afraid that saying, 'All is sorrow',
would spell the end to morrow.

'I have no illusions, friend, '
said sorrow, knowing everything.
'I will give you some relief
from the unknown deep.
Tonight I'll give you dreamless sleep.'

poem by Douglas Scotney
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