Sorrow: A poem

Go down with the ashes
But the embers, they did spark
Pleading down to clashes
Wishes said bye and passed

Clouds get dark and darker
I see myself in a flash
Sorrow is never sweeter
With icing pink and black

Trapped in all this sharpness
I step on and then I fall
Down to somewhere safer
Everything blurred to small

Past is always my enemy
Future a friend, so far
Never had something like misery
Etched in ice and sand

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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