With the last entry in our week of poetry comes another sad one from eighth grader William Stewart. The students really took to the prompt’s direction seriously, discovering the harder parts of their emotions and exploring them. William’s poem does just that, and his repetition of the words, and the rhyme scheme especially, creates a feeling of the droning nature of sorrow. the dull, ever-present pain of sorrow, especially when that comes with great grief.
Here’s William:
Sorrow of Loss
Sorrow, sorrow, a black pit of sad
So much of it, I might go mad
Sorrow, sorrow in the dead of night
The name alone conveys much blight
Sorrow, sorrow will never end
Here I lie no one my friend
Sorrow, sorrow I try to conceal
Caused by pain that will not heal
Sorrow, sorrow such a pain
So much of it infects my brain
Sorrow, sorrow caused by loss
Joy, I will not come across
Sorrow, sorrow I’m your slave
My friend, my only friend has met his grave