Sorrow
Sorrow cut his caring need,
of details in life’s energy.
The garish fairy glamour,
and florid jaunty manners.
He's sauntered in those halls,
shopped all bedecked stalls.
Twirled and unfurled skies,
giggled whys, lustered sighs.
Then Life cracked open its black,
poured dose soaked him slack.
Mind’s motion chained tight,
gagged vigor, no gasp of fight.
Sold his love for all he owned,
rotted purchase of stale bones.
Downed eyes witness sour decay,
bound and reblinded every day.
EaS
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