The Land of Women: Sorrow

And she...
She is my sorrow
The tears of a hope lost
A faith forgotten
A path unsure
A wish unfulfilled
But I wish I could grant them all
I've tried to cover this up in pretty words
I've tried to be poetic
I've tried to be subtle
But the truth is
I'm tired of being stoic
It's not like I don't cry
Because I don't feel her tears
Her tears and pain penetrate me to the core
Her tears aren't lost on me
I simply cry them in reverse
And I've tried ridding myself
Of a child's ignorances of life
Justice is a fool's term
Life is not fair
The good do go through hell
And sometimes
Just sometimes
The villain does win
But all of those truths disappear when I see her tears
When I hear her voice weaken and stumble
When I turn into a statue of stoicism on the outside
And an ocean on the interior
And I turn into a kid again
I wish I could stop her pain
I wish I could stop the tears
I wish I could stop gravity
I wish I could stop time
I wish I could stop mortality
I wish I could stop life
I wish I could stop
I wish I could
I wish I
Was more than a kid
Was more than a man
Was more than just a stoic statue
And a kind word
And a warm embrace


I wish


I'm sorry


I love you