Sorrow gained is sorrow called

sorrow gained is sorrow called watching as the dead trees go bald Thinking what is invalid watching the warmth play its last ballad I can only hope warmth will rise again leaving behind infinitesimal pain staring blindly at a blackened wall embers still smoldering from where i fall looking down to a sight not so kindly, something i hoped i could have left behind me but as i weeped i became weary crying out as if someone would hear me futile attempts when my eyes were bleary then struck at last with a notion so shocking mile a minute, i could not stop talking. while their eyes and knees kept on locking then I looked inside and found it was blocking Me. I looked around for something to grab, stopped had all the mindless gab trying not to fall once more, but alas, there was always More as the justified karma in folklore though accused as one of the poor, i felt rich right to the core Rose up and fought valiantly as i had not forgotten that feeling then my heart turned black and my skin started peeling quickly so quickly i turned away, only Glimpsing at what i might turn into one day. and it reminded me of something a wise man had once said, "The only good people are the ones who are dead."