Collector of Sorrow

Drowned in sorrow before first breath drawn
Born lost to a sea of tears to come
Blackened at heart on first dawn
Nameless voices in the head hum
Heir child of the misery crown
Never shall he know renown
Passing like a falling star in the midst of night
Only to be witnessed and remembered by a chosen few
Burning with anxiety, an unknown rue
These paths long lingered upon in search of sorrows
As pain is provoked and tears fall a sad soul shall appear
Reaping unwelcome parasites, hosts full of fear
Building his burden, a throne of anguish
Black and bitter, Cold and old, the heart in languish
On this quest there will be no glee
Collector of sorrow he is to be.

Author's Note

Please review this as I have yet to share my work with many people.

Reviews

[PurpleQuartz]

There's a certain element to this that is very captivating. Written exceptionally and woven with darkness and emotion.

[LivingLament]

Thanks for your kind words but I have edited this piece a couple of times and never updated it here. This is the edited version which I like more.

"Drowned in sorrow before first breath drawn,
Born lost to an ocean of tears to come.
Heart, blackened on first dawn,
Nameless voices in the head hum.
Heir child of the misery crown,
Never tasting supple sweets of renown;
Like a falling star, passing in the midst of night,
Witnessed and remembered only by a chosen few.
Burning with anxiety, an unknown rue.
Countless leagues long lingered upon in search of sorrows,
Where tears are provoked, beast of burden appear;
Collecting his due, no form of grandeur.
Building his burden, a throne of anguish.
Black and bitter, Cold and old, the heart in languish.
On this quest there will be no glee,
Collector of sorrow he is to be."