Heavier Grows the Heart

I am in hiding in my sorrow's shell

The long days are nothing more than night

If pain is measure of my being's hell

When all is claimed by death's invincible might,

Or so it seems when beauty's face is lost

And joy transformed into illusion's mask

In this saga of the body's holocaust.

Of the gods there is nothing I can ask.

We were not meant to grieve but grief there is

When vibrant life too soon becomes death's prey

Our hope to change the world reduced to this

And heavier grows the heart with each new day.