Sorrow

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Sometimes we borrow
From tomorrow
To forget our sorrow

Covered up

And forgotten,
Unlike something
Begotten

Yet, what we miss, and
Let us not be remiss

Is the joy that comes
When we stop borrowing
From the morrow
To cover up our sorrow

Facing it instead

Is the only real way
To live
A life filled with peace and love
Instead of dread

Let the tears come,
I say
As we face things
We once ran from

In the end,

Running
Never really gets you far,
As the sorrow buried deep inside
Of you, is, yes,

A part of you,

And is also looking for
Release
From the cage
Full of bars, which

We created
under different stars