Your sorrows

My friend, how deep can be your sorrows? Through smoke filled maze of modern days When time flies by in bleary haze And we don't know about tomorrow? Your eyes, once bright and full of life, Nowdays, instead, to my dismay, Are filled, like rainy days of May, With hate, and pain, and fright. No, you can't plea, no, you can't flee, 'Cause life is known for no compassion. Your lust for it and inner passion Have been dried up, like bloodless fleas. Yet we don't know of what's to be. You shed your nightly tears in bed, But love, I beg you, please, don't fret, And share them here, with me.