A Sorrowful Word.

What were those pathos,
that brimmed up to zero;
Lull in wilderness and
other supposedly heroes..
What world will soothe,
which will follow?
When we have taken,
A word from every sorrow.

A word to prick,
A word too shallow.
Without a feeling,
to break like harrow.
And care not,
for what to follow.
As, when we have taken,
A word from every sorrow.

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