The sickness of sorrow

Tongue of disorder, call of unrest

That which lines the shelves of my room

The morbid hoarder, my solace repressed

Has led the seed of sorrow to bloom

They all expel a most profound pain

Which to my homely cell constrain

Wherever I may cast my earthly gaze

To sights and wonder outside my home

Memory doth flay into a nostalgic daze 

It makes this world unbearable to roam! 

And yet these things I hold so dear

For as long as they are, you still feel near

My torture will come once again tomorrow

For that is the sickness, the sickness of sorrow…

31st August - 2023