Sorrow Crept Like A Dark Frost

Sorrow crept like a dark frost 

Into my soul
And stole 

The light 

From my heart

Down dark hallways,
Through padded rooms,
And into fields of waving grain,

Into the wilds of my being,
My sorrow called

A desperate voice,
A snarling pain,
Infusing the skin I could not shake off

I watch the beast bristle, 

Leap, and roll,
Roaring at the air,
Claws rending deep, the earth below.

But all for show

Sorrow won't be shed

As easily as that

In time, futility leads
To tired acceptance,
And we curl with our demons
And sleep

A prayer offered up

Forgetfulness and renewal