Sands of Sorrow

Slippery slopes conspire
with crooked rope a dope liars
Smoke and mirrors and nothing more

A tattered heart discarded
in the wake of the dearly departed
her love was the perfect storm

Obsessive compulsive melancholy
they say misery loves its company
an hourglass stealing time

Sleep walking through fond memories
nostalgia breeds bitter apathy
sands of sorrow in my mind