Sorrow

For I sorrow
that is plain
on the morrow
is only pain

These tears never cease
and I have no memory of peace
far from me the comfort I crave
a broken heart can not be brave

Clasped together by woeful bands
this hollow shell is all that stands
all that was filling is taken
lost am I, but not forsaken

Life does cling and for no good reason
lungs breathe in and expel their treason
For I am ransomed by this mortal coil
and the evil of it I can not foil

Goodness and mercy are shadows I chase
swiftly I run, but still can not match the pace
Grasping and yet not quite reaching
the gap suffers no breaching

so I sorrow
that is plain
and tomorrow
only more pain