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 ***** lake suffocating the fish,

Sorrow feels like the empty space between my fingers missing a hand once intertwined with mine,

Sorrow is helplessness.