Ernestine Northover - Sombre Days

Life can hit you right between the eyes,
Knocking you back, so you must start again,
From the beginning one must bravely rise,
And try to see the sunshine through the rain.

The wind that blows nobody any good,
Is buffeting me, so I no longer think
In a coherent way, it's like a hood
Thrown over my weary head, and so I sink.

Why do we have to bear these sombre days
Of sorrow, one needs happiness and peace;
We suffer hurt in many tragic ways,
And clamour for some measure of release.

When one has lost someone so very dear,
It's hard to face the world with confidence,
But one thing stands out very sharp and clear,
So painful is the final severance.

© Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover

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