Sorrow likes Company

The pound, pound, pound,
Into the ground,
Of a soul without hope,
Enveloped in darkness upon the slope,
Of sinister sorrow’s sound,

Pounded down by circumstance,
Ground like meal by chance,
Staring blind into bleak futures,
While misery writhes upon sinister sutures,
A ravenous maggot in rot’s dance,

Sarcastic beast feeding upon the mind,
Making mortals to be blind,
To the hope, the light, the joy,
All a sickening ploy,
So that sorrow isn’t left behind,

Oh leave us alone,
Away with your agony pulled moans,
Your broken hearted tears,
Your man breaking fears,
And your drying of the bones,

We will be free,
To become who we aught to be,
Away from pain,
And retched sorrow’s chain,
To be back in the light so we can see.