All of sorrow

All sorrow is a blip,
A sense without a motion,
The eye of mind’s slip,
An unreasonable notion.

The stars all lined and dance,
A distant echo of a light,
The absence of the chance,
An aftermath of all the fight.

All sorrow is eternal,
Unconvinced by the match of time,
Font of terrors nocturnal,
Existence smashed as slime.

Ahead we go, unseen,
Telling tales of what has been,
Endless loop, it would seem,
Blackness rushing as a stream.

All sorrow is a blip,
A tiny clip,
Moments in a zip,
Whispers dancing on your lip.

All sorrow shall not last forever,
All sorrow shall pass,
All sorrow was a never,
All sorrow was a bitter past.