An Imprint of Grief

A sense of misery on me shrouds;
I step outside, hoping some sweet sun
Will dispel my feeling of coming undone,
But the sun has hidden behind the clouds

And the sky is darkened to an ugly gray.
I sink to my knees and begin to shake.
These helpless sobs make my body quake,
And the grass seems to be rotting away.

My sorrow awakens from a once-peaceful sleep –
I feel it seep out and affect all things:
It spreads in concentric poisonous rings.
Now the light is dim and the flowers weep.