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I sought to drive out my sorrows but they did not wish to go. They refused to leave even though I begged them so.

I thought I may be able to drown them in whisky or gin. I tried very hard but those blighters had actually learnt to swim.

I wished them goodnight and I went up to bed, Sadly as I laid down my head my sorrows were waiting there for in my bed!

I sit and and shake my fists and bury my head in my hands these sorrows are dragging me down. I am like the innards of an hour glass they are burying me in the sand.

I run out the house and through the woods, snow and slush a freezing mix that is not so good.  Stopping and turning as I flee those damn miserable sorrows are still after me.

I have had enough if I just sit down, these sorrows are just screwing me around. I am afraid awake and terrified to sleep, I fear these sorrow are after my mind for keeps.

Haiku. A cold morning in church.

Fractals of light dance on the floor

like the beating of an angel’s  wings

a sudden draft extinguishes a lone candle.