On Sorrow

Part of a study series I co-wrote with my old best friend, the late Jason Pouroy, he is and always will be missed.

As the sorrows so often bring

All the tides which often sing

So every man will stand alone

O' hex of burden ceases woe

Then in this ocean of endless rest

The best of which my sorrows bore

Oh awful were these tides of yore

For love inspires strength absurd

And hate entices weakness lured

For which ideals fall to the floor

So take this before it grows

And leave shuddering

The chances bore

A life that shrugs

A life that's sure