Sorrow Poem by Crystal Rosser

My sorrow is full of you -
Bones - sore of you -

Tender - I glisten in the wind -
Knowing gentle breeze eludes me -

I grow in the calm -
You - in the chaos -

You and I view it ironically this way -
I dread it - You assure it -

Pain for pleasure -
Distance for existence - Deception ensues -

Fool in the wind -
Death to all flowers -

Snap every tree -
Split every mountain -

You exhaust me -
Slithering like a serpent -

My sorrow is full of you -
Bones - sore of you -

Be free - let my own
Death come for me -