When Sorrow Comes to Call
Sorrow stalks my happiness with long lanky limbs
He steps high and mighty over my joy
But when he comes a knockin’, don’t you dare open the door
He is the guest who just doesn’t know when to leave
Sorrow takes a place at my table
Sitting down to gorge himself on my contentment
He dribbles a healthy helping of misery over his plate
Looking me deep in my eyes, daring me to blink
Sorrow wants to setup housekeeping here
A ghost trailing tears and tracking up my floors
His heavy head makes a dent in my pillows
And he listens to my laments in the night, smiling and heavy-lidded
Sorrow knows my secret thoughts
And relishes my grief and pain like tender morsels
Wrapping himself around me like a cowled cloak
That suffocates, not warms, not comforts
Sorrow needs to leave this place
Travel on and let me live again
You have no place here among my peace and dreams
Take your baggage with you
Copyright Oct 8 2008 J. George
