Sorrow’s Lament

In the depths of night, when silence reigns,
A mournful cry, like autumn rains,
Echoes through the chambers of the heart,
Where grief and anguish never part.

Oh, Sorrow, dark and constant friend,
Your presence here will never end,
A shadow cast on joy’s bright face,
A weight that time cannot erase.

In fields once green, now ashen gray,
Where laughter used to hold its sway,
The flowers droop, their petals fall,
As if they too have heard grief’s call.

The trees, once proud, now bend and sway,
Their leaves a carpet of decay,
A mirror of the soul within,
Where happiness has grown so thin.

Rivers flow with tears unshed,
For dreams now lost and hope long dead,
Their currents deep with pain untold,
Of stories that will ne’er unfold.

Mountains, once majestic and tall,
Now seem to crumble, slump, and fall,
Their mighty peaks no longer reach
To skies that once held promise’s speech.

In city streets, where life should teem,
Now shadows lurk and sorrows gleam,
In windows dark and doors shut tight,
Against the pain that fills the night.

The clock ticks on, each moment’s chime
A reminder of the passing time,
When joy was more than memory,
And future held possibility.

Oh, heart so heavy, burdened sore,
With weights of grief ne’er felt before,
How can you beat, how can you bear
The load of loss beyond compare?

Eyes once bright with laughter’s light,
Now dim and clouded, day and night,
With tears that fall like endless rain,
A flood of sorrow, tide of pain.

Hands that once reached out in glee,
Now clutch at ghosts none else can see,
Of touches lost and warmth long gone,
Of connections severed with the dawn.

Voices that sang with pure delight,
Now choked and silent in the night,
Or crying out in anguished tone,
For those now gone, for joys unknown.

In memory’s halls, where echoes dwell,
Of happier times remembered well,
Now shadows creep and darkness falls,
As sorrow’s presence fills these halls.

The scent of loss hangs in the air,
A perfume potent, ever there,
Reminding us with every breath,
Of life’s frail dance with lurking death.

Oh, Sorrow, why must you persist?
Your grip so strong, we can’t resist,
You color every waking hour,
With shades of grief, your gloomy power.

In dreams, we seek a brief respite,
From pain that grips us day and night,
But even there, in sleep’s domain,
We find no shelter from this pain.

The sun may rise, the world move on,
But in our hearts, the light seems gone,
For how can brightness penetrate,
When sorrow’s walls we cultivate?

We walk through life as if in haze,
Our steps unsure, our spirits dazed,
For grief has changed the way we see,
The world that once held jubilee.

Friends may offer words of care,
Their comfort genuine and rare,
But solace seems so far away,
When sorrow holds us in its sway.

Time, they say, will heal all wounds,
But sorrow’s scars run deep as runes,
Etched upon the soul’s dark slate,
A testament to loss’s weight.

Yet in this depth of dark despair,
A whisper comes upon the air,
A hint that even in this night,
There might yet be a distant light.

For sorrow, though it breaks the heart,
Can also be transformation’s start,
A crucible where strength is born,
From ashes of a self now torn.

In facing grief, in feeling pain,
We learn that loss is not in vain,
That love, though gone, has left its mark,
A beacon shining in the dark.

And so we rise, though burdened still,
With sorrow’s weight, yet stronger will,
To honor those we’ve loved and lost,
By living fully, at any cost.

For in this lament, this mournful song,
We find the courage to be strong,
To carry on, to seek the light,
That waits beyond grief’s longest night.

So let us sing this sorrow’s tune,
Beneath the stars and pallid moon,
A testament to love’s great power,
That blooms even in darkest hour.

For though our hearts may heavy be,
With weight of loss and misery,
We’ll find, in sorrow’s deepest art,
The strength to make a brand new start.

And though the path be long and hard,
Our spirits bruised, our souls now scarred,
We’ll walk on bravely, day by day,
Till sorrow’s grip shall fade away.

Not forgotten, but transformed,
By fires of grief that once had stormed,
We’ll emerge, at last, to find
A peace that sorrow left behind.