Poem - sorrow

[the_downtrodden]

by what other name can this sorrow be known
than despair?
that cold faced killer stealing in his robes
lurking where
i sought but a moment's salving reprieve
from the sorrow
which always creeping, leaping within me
breaks the morrow
to a empty day of mourning
left hollow
eaten away, to nothingness
by the hungry maw
turned loose upon its ravages
by heartless law
to work the terrible works demanded
by a cruel fate
and the unending purgatory brought
by a crueler wait

oh! what hath our mortal hands
wrought?
and by what sad mistake this fate
bought?
is there but a crime known
to this land
that, in dreary commission, such fate
could demand?
what fault lays within the sacred
heart
that would dare to earn this place
apart
from the warmth and rising love
once known
but now, lost to the weeds and vines
now grown
over the ruins of a dreamed life
now flown?

broken, fromout this cell i ask
of thee
lost, fromout this hell i pray
that we
the lost children of love
could leave
this binding tapestry of tears
we weave
and, turning away from the languid
pain
carved upon every stone we've
lain
we may set a bolder course by
night
aiming for the breaking
light
and the final escape of our forbidden
flight

though this ship of fools
could fail
and over the ends of earth
might sail
slipping out o'er the fearful
edge
is better than locked to this stony
ledge
ne'er able to flee
nor leap
ne'er able to laugh
nor weep
when all the world's but a hidden
veil
rushing past us on the running
rail
lending us but its horrid
wail

-K'Har-El