Mauric

Sorrow, always a nuisance,

overwhelmed a good man´s mind.

Tears drowned a mean sense,

denial, the strongest bind.

 

Content world blow sky high.

Equation´s simple.

Question still screams why I

am no more nimble?

 

How can man concentrate

when his body shakes?

How can he with such trait?

Then he bloody breaks.

 

But there is no sorrow plain

without trees or flowers.

This dream I cannot sustain

but I can my powers.