Adorning Mourning

Desire,
like fire, wires the soul.

Hope,
holding, like limbs to the tree.

The heart
like a person, tries to be whole.

Breath,
like spirit, striving to set free.

Life, like
love, living to displease.

Love, like
life, living to decay.

Death,
infecting things like disease.

Trust,
like dust, crushed falls away.

And still,
we sit still... pondering.

Words,
like worms, infesting the mind.

On this
path we'll be wandering.

Thought,
like the path, is left behind.

Yet, we
move forward from our pasts,

and know
that sorrow never lasts.