Sweet Sorrow

Sorrow looms on every joy
and Sorrow wants to stay
creeping pangs of could’ve been;
a welcome stow-away.

Sorrow needs to know right now
and Sorrow cannot wait
she lingers in your waking dreams
the siren you debate.

Sorrow calls out to the wind,
“I can’t go on like this”,
nagging at the tattered thoughts
that give her total bliss.

Sorrow longs to take the helm,
she navigates your way
redirecting every choice
so she can have a say.

Sorrow prays for misery
she begs it of Poseidon
for help concealing all the stars
with clouds on the horizon.