Can you really measure sorrow? Cause it varies time and place. It comes upon you like a rock or chain tied to your waist. It holds you capture as long who knows. It smothers thoughts and dreams you hold. Holding you down. Bringing you down. Day to day and night. Can you measure your sorrow and say it’s deeper than mine. Is mine all relevant and yours is not? Say what you will and what is said don’t matter. Sorrow doesn’t stop. Violating. Paralyzing matter. It’s my sorrow, deep inside that I wear and that I carry. Hidden lies, death and pain. It comes in spectrums in the brain. Sunshine days, and night time rains. I’m balled up in its grip. Seeking no escape cause guilt is part of the trip. Shame half-truths and loss. Heart is heavy, feeling tired. Drained of hope and man I cry. You see no tears yet it is true. Sorrow has a hold on you. Below pain is sorrow. Below that is death. You can’t come up until you reach that depth. Once you know you’re below the line. Get angry, it becomes action and tow that line. Move up thru sorrow, at least back to pain, gather your thoughts and clear the brain. Never reach that low that ends it all your time is written so don’t rush the fall. A man without a mouth looses his mind. So share. Share your mind, share your thoughts. Tell someone how you feel. Then listen to them you chose them well. To help you thru it all.