Sorrow

In my morning, there's nothing fresh,
A departed soul and a heart crashed.
Pain is that which never ends,
With my emotions, sadness blends.
My nights are sorrowed and fiercely dark ,
With an empty street and lonely bark.
Pleasure comes and fades away,
A glowing blossom seems too grey.
A grinning face dulls so fast,
Joy croaks ; Grief ever-last
Call me maniac or claim it mad,
But believe me amigo ; Death is not bad.
An empty mind; often thinking ,
Enlarged distress  with pleasure shrinking,
With herd dies all my pain,
Comes back with  loneliness again.