Sorrow

Rejection, the ultimate defiance of mankind’s sorrow in which it takes place
Some consider it a sport, while others so much as a ritual
Rejection, the ultimate confiance of some to who it is a ritual
Sorrow struck three years ago, stabbing me in the back
A stranger two years before, hoping to keep its absence eternal
Eternal, never to be seen again, nevertheless nothing is eternal
A deep emotion and state of mind that no medicine can clinically cure
Depression and sorrow, feelings vague but are truly there
In the darkness a feeling for her deep down within
The heart of a stranger, to whom to her feelings never in reality existed
Sorrow struck my heart and sliced it in half, leaving imprints of her never to be healed
A feeling for her will for ever and a day be there, a spot in my heart
Will have her name written atop a stone, stating reserved for her
The one who sliced my heart in two and left me to die
If she shall return and try to mend it back to one, the feeling of sorrow will overpower
Rejection, the ultimate defiance of mankind’s sorrow in which it takes place


By: Tyler Saunders