Sorrow Poem by Nathan Good

Romance, sweet romance.
His heart embraced another
With lasting cords of emotion
Not meant to be severed in
This life, nor the one to come.

Adultery, anger. Treachery, treason.
As she walked away he could not help but feel that a section of his soul was dying.
And he was the murderer.

Tears, holy tears.
His heart shed the emotions
Bearing weight in his soul.
Where the marks of past mistakes
Carried death into life. A living Hell.

Restoration, relief. Reconciliation, remorse.
Tears of pain, longing, and hope turn into a realistic recognition of the situation.
Some wounds never heal.