About the Poem
I wrote this poem when I lost my mother to cancer and I thought it was the end of the world as I knew it.
|by Sharon Yarborough
My days are filled with anguish and pain.
My nights are engulfed with an endless strain.
Through the day I search for a way to end the feeling of emptiness in my life.
But then night comes and reality cuts me sharp like a knife.
For it is at night I realize I have accomplished little in my years.
This is when my eyes begin to fill with tears.
Although I know tomorrow will bring rays of sunshine to a few.
For me it will bring another day
Filled with raindrops and dew.
I do have hope for my future to
Have joyous days.
But this will take time, patience,
And walking through a somewhat endless maze.
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