Monday blue

hearts was torn into pieces,
feeling of hurt and grief
lost of way nowhere to turn to
people say as they may
this feeling never seems to fade away.
As days and days passes by
temptation to dive into the bay
never to rise again
and nothing seems to be regain.
as i go running to see the sight
the glowing afternoon sunset was bright
day and day passes by
the sadness never seems to say goodbye
by me

Grief

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death--
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.