19

"A New World"

When tears fall,

For no good reason,

And sorrow's call,

Out of season,

When pain and hurt,

Has no relief,

You gave your shirt,

They gave you grief,

When you've tried your best,

To let it go,

But that break in your chest,

It heals to slow,

Or the pain you feel,

That's always there,

Excruciatingly real,

Is the cross you bare,

And if you feel these words I wrote somehow?

Then know that you're not alone,

For you are in my world now,

And there is no going home.

Author: Keith Ball