Sorrow

Ocean waves crash,
and wash away dreams made now of ash;
a mask that held for me, once strong and true
now lays shattered upon the ground

A multitude of cuts lay deep within a lonely soul
and each word now a strike to an open wound
how deep the pain?

No one else to know how strong and deep
my sorrow runs
and no words to describe the hurt within

A pale blossom that instead of blooming
withers before the morning sun

When now will my winter end and fade,
to awaken the pale green of evergreen spring