Sorrow

Sorrow Uneasiness or pain, due to loss best describes my existence, My name is Sorrow and though many try to avoid me, No one can keep their distance. I live strongly in the families of Malcolm X, Dr. King and JFK, Some use me as an inevitable excuse to escape the every day. I will never die, though people kill themselves for me to continue my mission, Whether you be rich, happy, beautiful I strike you in any condition. Like a common cold, I don’t disappear, Im just dormant But happiness is a medicine, not a cure To strike you, I need no consent