Dear sorrow, thou bittersweet muse
Whose somber symmetry doth amuse
Thou paintest my world in shades of despair
Yet with each stroke, my heart's burden I bear.
Thy touch, like icy tendrils, seeps deep
A melancholic melody thou dost keep
Thou art the poet's ink, the artist's pain
Thou drivest my spirit to depths insane.
Thou writhing serpent, twisted and cruel
Thine love, a torment, cruel and undue
Thou pourest forth waters from life's gaping wound
Yet every tear, with fervor, is consumed.
Thy countenance is like storm clouds that loom
Thou withereth every blossom in bloom
In thy shadow, I am a hollow vessel
Yet within me, thy darkness doth nestle.
Thou melodramatic sorceress of gloom
With each sigh, thou pullest me toward my doom
In thy presence, sorrow engulfs my soul
Yet within me, a flame of hope struggles to roll.
Dear sorrow, thou inexplicable flame
Thou art both my enemy and my only claim
Drowning me in liquid tears of distress
Yet stringing me along like a puppet to confess.
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