Sorrow is the colour purple in the final moments of twilight,
Sorrow tastes like the chard embers of my last cigarette,
Sorrow tastes like the bitter remnants of my ex-lovers cologne,
Sorrow sounds like the crashing current of the dirty lake suffocating the fish,
Sorrow feels like the empty space between my fingers missing a hand once intertwined with mine,
Sorrow is helplessness.