Sometimes like ball and chain it drags
Across the floor where feelings sad
Will rise from where you thought were lost
Feelings hidden, your heart the cost
The sound they make pains your soul
Reaping reward of love they stole
All that you held, precious you knew
This sentiment priceless to you
Sometimes the good comes with the bad
As feelings go one has or had
The ride is rough, yet we survive
Another day sometimes deprived
They sing of joy and faithfulness
Of love complete and happiness
But sometimes cry so filled with sorrow
Today empty as our tomorrows
They spell the words you chose and wrote
Speaking volumes yet never spoke
Upon paper or in your mind
This sentiment sometimes unkind
Where would one be if not for it
Empty of thoughts in some dark pit
Sometimes although it seems much better
To write these sighs, poetic letter
This sentiment, Achilles heel
Is where we start and others feel
Weakness and strengths just to survive
Another place, poets abide
This ball and chain, This Sentiment.. Now wheres that hacksaw?
