Sons of Sorrow

I hath seen many days, A bleak passing blur. A blur for mine meagre senses to grasp, To give a thoughtful mote Some note to any of my woes. A stirring pond my thoughts, Pondering on my dismal state. What meagre value doth a shell hath, Weighed against the oceans' vastness unbound Is found wanting in worth. All efforts of mine at insight's light A minor to hopelessness's major hold So mot seasons of life pass us by Whilst gloom cradleth us sorrow's sons. Lone and torn in a world of sorrow. Without a heart what will hurt? But flesh which with time heals Why ponder on peace?, knowing sorrow cradleth all life. And so to soar above sorrow is to lose one's mind. Rip said tethers and find freedom, binders bounding you to a lower hell Why stay bound to life when said bondage is to sorrow. Why not embrace the flitting darkness between a blink and make it your last