Sorrowful Poetry Novels & Stories

Grief. My heart was grieving. Grieving with a sense of loss. That was when I heard a baby crying. That sound penetrated my ears, lifting all the fog, bringing me back to my senses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

A chilling voice announced solemnly, “Sorrow… sorrow… to the lost soul.” The crowd fell silent. “Sorrow… sorrow… as we lay Sia low.” It actually did get worse with her.

"What about her?" "There's a poem written on the notebook she gave me on my dream last night saying, ‘With or without, it's the same. Family is a blessing-or not? Complete yet feels like broken; in a mess, in chaos. I should be thankful—or not? My heart, my mind-helpless. Atmosphere; sadness, anger, pain. What can I do? It feels like everyone is drowning to the brokenness and hatred. They’re hurting each other; emotionally, verbally. My heart keeps on pounding-pained. Is it better to be just apart?’ Finally,” he said. "Either you have a complete family or not, happiness seems unfriendly," I said.

The sudden stillness was oppressive, a haunting reminder of what had just been lost. A scorching agony tore through my chest, threatening to buckle my knees beneath me. The anguish was suffocating, an unrelenting weight that crushed me with the merciless force of a steamroller. My chest felt heavy, constricted, as if the very air had been squeezed from my lungs. Each breath was a labored feat, every movement a Herculean effort. In my endlessly long lifetime, I had never encountered a pain so piercing, a grief so overwhelming. It defied comparison, an anguish that shattered all precedence.

Over the rivers and over the sun for him’ The physician took a deep breath and looked up at her, his eyes were full of concern, he folded his hands around his chest and walked around, he strolled around the room whilst he spoke, ‘The poison of hopelessness and sorrow is taking over him more than the actual poison that had been given to him, Which is seeping deeper in his body, taking hold of every cell and every tissue of his body, and is spreading like a forest fire. . . . The magic that is destroying him is far darker than anything . . . .

"I wish I could forget. Those memories are simply too painful for me, yet every scar reminds me that I can't." Karina was about to continue, but Nicholas couldn't bear to listen any longer. His Adam's apple bobbed as everything he had planned to say before coming was swallowed back down by the weight of each scar. What else could he say? All the words he had prepared now boiled down to just one sentence. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I truly didn't know. I was deceived too." Karina felt even more disappointed. "You keep saying you've repented, but you still don't understand where you went wrong. Rowena is indeed despicable, but none of you are innocent either."

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

But she was gone, and the weight of her absence gnawed at him like a living thing. Rowan pressed the moonstone closer, feeling the faint warmth seep into him, and let the tears he had been holding back spill freely. He whispered every apology, every regret, every word he had never dared to say when she was alive. The desert, vast and indifferent, absorbed them all, letting the wind carry the sorrow across dunes and into the distant horizon.

Bernice cried, "Mom and Dad are gone." "It's impossible!" Dylan exploded in anger. He denied it as he rushed from room to room, shouting, "You're all just pretending! When I left, Mom and Dad were perfectly fine. How could they suddenly be gone?" Bernice shook her head. "Why don't you believe me? Mom and Dad are truly gone. They were poisoned to death. The doctor said that they kept calling our names before they passed. We're not worthy of being their children." Andrew and Sally were the best parents in the world and had devoted everything to Dylan and Bernice.