Grief

Sorrow, like no tomorrow;

tearing me apart and declaring my last days.

Pain, with a remedy in vain;

clawing away deep inside and I can't reach.

"Cry, son of man, for there is no more blue sky!"

the dark spirit bellowed in the fumes of morbidity.

"Toy no more with my joy,"

the plea of a desolate earthly being.

"Come what may," some dare say,

but I can't, for my vigor has become mild,

and I can only whimper like a child.

Tears stream down my face, as I shudder in multiplied fears.

For in this tragedy, my woes are compounded.

Eager am I to pull a trigger,

and lay all my calamities to rest.

For this grief makes me wish life to be brief.