In the grip of sorrow and longing deep,
Where the heart groans in silence, hushed and steep,
Human suffering lives, a shadowed plight,
As if in a strange, wild, dreamless night.
Love's agonizing blow, a stinging dart,
Separation's bitter seal, a broken heart,
Disappointment's gift, a cruel embrace,
That suffocates the breath, the hope, the space.
Yet in pain, a perverse delight takes hold,
In suffering, sweetness, a magnetic pull untold,
The soul is drawn to understand, to see!
To feel again, to know, to truly be!
In sorrow, people seek a deeper meaning,
In life's drama, the final judgment gleaming,
Catharsis, thoughts, a glimmering spark,
A reflection of faith, a guiding mark.
Though strange it seems, and hard to comprehend,
Humans love to grieve, to mourn, to bend,
In sadness, solace, a sacred, holy ground,
In suffering, they find their being profound.
in the grip of sorrow
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