Woe

Woe unto we.

Washed in the rivers of suffering.

Woe unto me.

Lost to the world of dreaming.

Woe unto thee.

Who hide away the pain.

The memories build a sea.

Fight against the pull in vain.

 

Build your walls.

The torrent builds.

Eventually even stone falls.

The silence fills.

 

Close our eyes to that which we do not wish to see.

As the waves come crashing down over we.

 

Hah, I did it!    So it’s not my best work, and it might not be exactly perfect to the form, but I wrote one again.