Sorrows Sorrows Prayers Novels & Stories

11 Jennifer It felt like I was drowning in the tsunami of pain as the folds of my body could feel nothing but aches every inch. I tried to fight the battle that my inner body gave me, providing me with the most hateful experience of my life. “Oh, God, make it stop or I’ll die,” I prayed internally and tried to find a way to get out of it. Yes, there must be an escape route. I had to look for the hasty gusts of wind or else, I would disappear in the darkness of this absorbable suffering.

“Goddess Lumia, Empress Lisa of Celestia, Celestial Twelve, save us! Our souls are burning like hell!” “Help us. Please… help us!” “Celestial Twelve, have mercy on us! Save us from the fire of hell!” These are just few of the sorrows and screams that were ringing on our head. They were echoing in the whole place. I shook my head several times and just covered my ears. Their shouts were deafening and I almost lost my sanity. I can feel their suffering.

she hissed. Malcolm continued laughing but the moment he raised his head to stare at her face, his expression sobered up. “Are you…..crying?” Natasha quickly wiped her tears with the back of her palm. “It’s not funny,” she said, slumping into the smaller seat beside him. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would bother you like that,” he said. “Why wouldn’t it? You think I like when one of them goes missing?” She growled.

Hello everyone, this is S. Jones husband. I do apologize for the very late update, But, as of now my wife is in the hospital again. Her last srugery seemed to go well and we all thought she was on her way to a great recovery. But, sadly this was not the case and she was rushed in for emergency surgery and maybe be looking at another one depending on how things move forward. I just want you all to know she is very thankful you all have stuck it out with her through theses hardtimes and how sorry she feels for everything that hass been happening even though it has all been out of her hands. She is praying that soon she will be back writing again as it brings her joy to share with you all her s

Aradhiya said crying," I am sorry, papa. I left without saying anything. I am sorry. I missed you papa. Forgive me, please" Suraj was silent for a few times. He is feeling like someone has returned his most precious thing to him. He hugged her back and cried loudly. He said crying," I should say sorry, dear. I was a total failure who can't save his daughter from that animal. I am sorry, dear"... Almost for 15 minutes Aradhiya and Suraj cried saying how much they missed each other. Arnav is also crying seeing his sister after so many years. His cries are because of happiness.

Certain storms don’t make a wave. Certain winds don't crash abroad. The night dies, and morning brings joy. But wounds delve deep remains, when the sun lifts. The rising lights never heal deep cuts of a broken night. Sorrows never die, in a smiling sun. My soul crashes, when our eyes meet. My sight fades, watching guilt parade his stare. His frown grows deep, his brows shrinking, while his lips shift. I hear silence waving through my head. Stinging rings of steel, singing through my ears, like rifting sounds.

The direction to a better day is still deep in doubt and confusion, but bombarded with hopes and tears. Your every movement shall dictate how the sun will rise. Your every wave and dance shall set how the stars will appear tonight. Your every reason of spontaneity shall trigger the waves of insanity. Your every word shall be mixed with the harshful results of rage and grief. And as I lay here half asleep beyond the mourning voices of the afternoon, All I could mouth is the signature of sorries and the seek of forgiveness I could never redeem. All I could do is close my eyes and breathe the fragile situation that I have messed up.

Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Every moment replayed, like a haunting song,

« Ooooh Great Silvarius, high amongst the kings, I cried for you and come to you for blessing my swings, My broken heart has been filled with sorrow and spears. Along the way, long has been my journey to pledge for rightful reigns, For thee, I kneel seeking the answers for my sorrowful grief, Come to me, beautiful stars, make my wish a right belief, Along the way, come to me a thousand deaths of gains, For my spirits and thee, I swear the broken equilibrium, Changes doomed to sacrificial, never held a candle for my sorrow,

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way