To Be Of Many Sorrows Poem by Jennifer Dott

Be, oh be of many sorrows,
Love, thy love is pure and enchanting,
I a child of God,
Is to be loved with such joy, sorrow, and anger,
I am bound to the cliff of forgotten souls,
I whither in silence and depression,
A time of grief my being has turned to,
Heartbreak is unnerving,
And sadness is my only joy,
My friend is Death,
And my enemy is time and happiness,
Luck is my execution,
I live by these rules and games of deception,
Living is a curse,
And love, oh love, it is my weakness,
It is the key of destroying my whole being,
I wake up morning after morning in pain,
Thinking of a world at end,
You, and only you, are my light,
My wisdom, my forgotten self,
My love,
To be without you would destroy me,
And for that I am with many sorrows.