Warden of Sorrow

Sorrow is like a prison

Is it not frigid and unforgiving?

Much like winter weather

Shapes bars out of ice to block the windows

Sorrow sows its unimpressed seed

Into engine-hearts that hammer

Their way out of chests

For fear of being too cold

Sorrow sings its silent chords

Constructing constrictions

Contortions like crystals

That dance without motion in the light of my window

It cannot escape itself

It cannot free me

Sorrow is unlike a prison

It does not surround me

It comes from within