Sorrow

Four woes make a room

Sorrow the prefect ceiling

Loneliness self incarceration

Others just don’t allow expression

Absolute comfort in distress

Absolving cathartic for others

The world put me here

So I believe questioning it all

Sure noone wishes the things

But gripping the known easy

Strangling hope to lower the bar

Plenty of ways to separate peace

Tomorrow it’ll be different

It was supposed to be today too.

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