sorrow

the dark rose,

crowned in dew,

frozen and unrevealing.

a necklace of diamonds,

sparkling of falsehood,

given by the unfeeling lover.

a muddy shoe,

a ripped dress,

a fallen bouquet.

each a sign of some pain untold,

hidden in the depths of longing.

a song carried on the cold winter wind,

speaking of a loss,

known loved ones,

an unknown being,

leaving a gap of life.

sorrow is a lonely thing,

where one is left to ponder,

amidst the darkness of the night,

a path on which to travel.

ice and snow,

numbing,

dazzling,

contrast to a dark shadow,

mysterious,

sinister,

but without which,

one could not know the light.

hands shaking,

heart racing,

tears running,

voice choking,

skin shivering,

feelings over flowing,

flowing,

flowing,

gushing forth to greet the light.

a single light burning,

the starting point of healing,

in the darkness shining,

music gently wafting,

evoking the sorrow hidden,

within.

a life worth living,

chances worth taking,

paths slowly shaping,

warmth silently spreading,

but sorrow still glistening.

a frozen whisper,

hanging in the air,

forgotten words of wisdom,

yet to be shared.

around us,

false words to sort through,

danger,

fear,

to face.

the times to blindly flow,

have lead to disgrace.

undaunted by the human race,

the contents of Pandora’s box,

do willingly bite,

leaving behind the miseries of the world,

sorrow and strife.

when dawn breaks,

and the sky is a canvas of pastels,

know that I remember you,

and your love in my heart,

dwells.