Sorrow Poem by Eze Maximus

it ticks as it stings
felt so within
enjoyed by the weak, suffered by the strong
a world of no preference
uninvited it comes
it lingers yet if wished

sorrow so sorrow
imagine it, won't want it
so heavy it smells, communicable it is
ditch it we fall in
we sorrow the more we want
choices so vast we make

a cross of its own
takes off much, brings in none
trouble is the sister!
comes fro nowhere, it stays
end it yes, possible
choices so vast we make

a heart it invades, a mind corruption
diluted in happiness
happy souls is meant
temperament its not!
just it beware!

merited in no sense
appreciates no good so long it stays
toughen- it bites hard
rattling, ripping and itchy
S-O-R-R-O-W
oh i hate you, true i do

listen, she is something up to;
I congratulates failure, a fan of trouble! -my sister
so obsessed with minds frustrated
yet I recall
I invent evil

I hate when happiness lurks
frowns at lovers...
yea even times, I lead to hate
how I love my self

put my carriers in a cage
dungeon i protect so much
great love i have in them
I know am a good lady; am not? !