Sorrow Poem by Jef Vananden

Sorrow



Sorrow for their own pity,
shown, reflected as a shadow.
Your own image, perhaps,
The essence of purity,
dampens the torn,
from healing, perfectionless.
Merely, fragments of conjured speculation.
Perhaps, none of the less,
knowing and changing are simple
but complex, definition, a feasible, mettlesome, description.
Maybe Human Error

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success