~Constant Sorrow~

Fixed doubt constant, like a pilgrim band

One that obligates, does not change

Values itself in relation to idle variables

Solutions provided by theory, never denied

The difference between the distances from any point to let it ‘B’

With its’ standardized values whose parameters form the unpromised land

Its’ effectiveness obtrusively defined

Measured by sorrow’s ability to capture me at such a young age

Relates its’ constant velocity to my perpetual wish

Imprints an idea in my already clouded mind

Constant tears dripping have hollowed out my soul

The realm of my inner secrecy now public domain

Always in constant acceleration, always in constant retreat

I gravitate toward its’ pull, the day is the night

Inadequate fences erected against its’ unfairness, holes in the links left unguarded

I find myself sacrificing the essentials, doomed like a listing ship

With my inner voice crying, into the abyss formed by tears I leapt

Three fingers up in succession: one for sorrow; one for self-pity; the dying one for silence surmised

The impatience endured is un-godlike

Took the beaten path of sorrow, lead to where sorrow is unknown

Forgot it was often remembered as emotional strife

The abyss forms a river that enters the plains as a torrent, then a malicious stream

Enclosed by body after body of the condemned, tender for another’s pain

Held in place until the sorrow makes us wise.