Sorrow

The emotional expenses of sorrow, truly, you may always appear unfamiliar to me. An eventful inconvenience had shadowed upon my wavering heart, it dwells continuously into circles as if this fortune would be called as eternal, though, nothing may be called as eternal through the dirt we are rooted upon. An exception had appeared, for The Fruit above has given life into the un-watered land. Mischief had fallen upon the land, where we call as misfortune in between the cracks of our mistakes, yet blamed into another who is yet to grow. We are called into repentance, yet seen into the same room as before, an ask for forgiveness, yet question as if you had not been listened to from afar.