Woe

Your face, an image I see under waters, waters that streamed from, the eyes of a wailing man. The image, blurred and vague figure, underneath the sun's scorching clear shine. I ask, "was it like this before?" Fade in monotonous color, my world now ashen-grey. Sing no more, heart full of sorrows, beat no more in joyous rhythm. Of tomorrow I no longer shall ponder, for today and yesterday, was different than before. How quaint the scene, yet so cliche. I thought I knew, no I drown in pain.