Face of sorrow

It was darkness everywhere

Pitchy in compressed layers.

Lungs filled with foul air,

But the restless air rolled nowhere

Fearing lest it might stumble

If dared to grope with a grumble.

Disgrace, slander- their rotten stink,

Scorpions - their tormenting sting;

Wasps nested inside my brain;

Worms from sump wells came in train

Crawled all over my body in haste;

Leeched, vampires, all gathered to taste

Warm blood pumped thro’ my vein

Until the flow would fully drain.

My eyes, in that darkness trained

To envision a sight, they strained

As gloomy as solidified darkness

As dispelling as opening a face.

I was terrified; my limps quivered,

My face twisted, its muscles shrivelled

And drawn upward with a start;

That caused my lips to move apart.

"Strange" You’re grinning!

Who’ll dare to look at me smiling?

I’m sorrow!

(Image: Hooded sorrow. Source: Wikimedia)