Cutting through my heart, sadness leaves it's scars within,
preparing tears in salted chalices of bereavement.
Loneliness takes my mind on voyages of self-pity at times.
Yet, my soul cries out in loneliness, echoing my sorrow
throughout days of my life.
Accentuating tears of torment with edges of grief's swords,
twisting deeper inside me, taking away my life as I used to
know it's joy.
All that is gone now as I wallow on horizons of earthly
sorrow.
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