Sorrow, it looms over me,
like a Black Bear, hugging me tight.
Squeezing my jest, constricting all my air,
until I’m in a fright.
It towers tall, holding its ground,
coming in way that I shouldn't allow.
I’m broken and empty,
just like a clock.
I’m glued to a bed, and sorrows my blanket,
smothering me, suffocating me, until I’m drowned.
It eats everything inside, why should I fight.
Give me one good reason why I should try.
Sorrow, what else could be stronger?
I try to think of memories of life and love,
I try to think of memories of when I had fun.
But there's a gaping hole there, and all that is gone.
So why not leave before I go insane.
Unless I’m already, then who could be blamed.
The darkness and sorrow made my grave,
so all I have to do is say ok.
So not a day goes by that I wish you were alive.
I wish, right now, I could have said goodbye.
But now it's too late I think,
as I stare down at your dead face.
I feel like I might break,
and sink through the ground, not making a sound.
My grief is so pure, it pushes, and it burns,
like a fire stocked by desire.
It’s the flame that burns through the night,
and smolders in the light.
Tears leak from my eyes,
on this cold winter night.
The breeze blows through the air,
making me hug on tight,
to my blanket of sorrow that I built in a fright.
So, I buried my grief into the ground,
Just like I buried you.
Because death is a blunt night that cuts deep,
It might scare over or scab,
but it will always be there, deep in my gut,
because the hardest thing moving forward.