So...... it's 2 A.M. here...... and I have been going through some crap....... so I decided to write a poem about it....... and I would like to know what you think... I don't really need comfort, but I do wanna know how good my second try at poetry is, haha
Here it is
Sorrow:
Sorrow is the way of the world
And life its essence to drain.
dissapointment into it swirled
with hate that falls like rain.
Bitterness leaves a remorseful taste
Happyness the world distains.
So before the oceans rise, make haste
for sorrow is hard to contain
Sorrow gives a clue to you
that I am worthless beyond repair.
And failure joins my life too
turning all hope to thin air.
Sorrow is life's bitter embrace
And will follow me till the end
Joy and peace have left this place
with no hope, no happiness, no friend.
Sorrow is the way of the world
And life its essence to drain.
Dissapointment, hate, and failures of old
make me bitter and filled with distain.
Here it is
Sorrow:
Sorrow is the way of the world
And life its essence to drain.
dissapointment into it swirled
with hate that falls like rain.
Bitterness leaves a remorseful taste
Happyness the world distains.
So before the oceans rise, make haste
for sorrow is hard to contain
Sorrow gives a clue to you
that I am worthless beyond repair.
And failure joins my life too
turning all hope to thin air.
Sorrow is life's bitter embrace
And will follow me till the end
Joy and peace have left this place
with no hope, no happiness, no friend.
Sorrow is the way of the world
And life its essence to drain.
Dissapointment, hate, and failures of old
make me bitter and filled with distain.
Mundus vult decipi -- the world wants to be deceived