shannon lowery - sorrow

i rock myself to sleep
i no longer cry i weep
what pain it brings me here and now
what good can sleep do me any how
everytime i close my eyes i see your face
and i remeber how you smearred my name with disgrace
i cry not of sadness but with rage
but that fades to bitterness with age
all i can do is sit and wait
and see what is left of my fate

shannon lowery

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-96/