The Solitude of Sorrow

Joy spreads like a spark that ignites the air;

Sorrow walks in shadows, beyond repair.
For happy hearts are magnets wide—
Each soul its own weight must abide.

Laughter echoes through the mountains high;
Tears fall silent, lost in the sigh.
The world responds to joy's clear tone,
But sorrow's whispers are unknown.

Celebrate, and friends will gather fast;
Mourn, and they will wander past.
They seek the warmth of sunny days,
Not the dark clouds of sorrow's ways.

Smile, and faces light up all around;
Frown, and the crowd will fade to ground.
They'll raise their glasses to your cheer,
But won't be there to wipe away your tear.

Feast, and your halls will echo delight;
Fast, and the rooms will empty in the night.
Win and share, and life will feel complete—
But loss will find its own retreat.

Joy's grand hall overflows with glee;
Pain's narrow path is walked alone, you see.
Each soul in its own private strife,
With no crowd to share the weight of life.