The Sorrow

A physical ache
Running down the nerves
Digging deep
Into the spine

A sombre dark fluid
Matching its flow
With that of the effluent
Blood! they call

Recycled from the
Corroded waste
Which still carries
The melancholy

A state of dysfunction
Since inception
An exemplar of
Irreversible entropy

Molding the psyche
Bit by bit
Until the day of
Metamorphosis

When the "Sorrow"
Becomes a limb
Not implied for
A differentiation

From the "Inert Uniformity"
Of life for which
The "Sorrow" has become
The Spine