Sorrow, The Fool

Yes I do hear the screams of sorrow.

Shamefully I watch,

and maniacally I scream as well.

Why does sorrow hold me so close.

Because it cannot survive without my being.

Why does sorrow bring me down.

Because it is lonely in its dreadful abyss.

Sorrow is nothing but a fool.

As it stalks my everyday,

and haunts my every hour,

I walk on,

tall, and blissful.

As its screams penetrate my ear,

and its presence disrupt my vibration, I will still stand tall.

Though the weight is unbearable,

at no point will I give in.