Sorrowful Poetry Novels & Stories

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

The news pierces through her like a dagger, opening floodgates of overwhelming emotions she struggles to contain. Grief and helplessness wash over her in relentless waves, as she grapples with the weight of her situation. Her human fragility is stark against the backdrop of a supernatural realm she never imagined she would be part of. The sense of sadness claws at her heart, intertwining with a profound sense of loss resonating deep within her very core.

Her voice trailed off, thick with anguish. Loleng listened intently, her heart shattering with each word her daughter managed to say. Victoria might not have been crying, but the absence of tears made her pain even more haunting. It wasn’t the kind of grief that could be washed away with sobs. No, this was deeper, more profound. Every sigh Victoria released seemed to drag out the heaviness inside her, every breath a struggle under the weight of a sorrow that had settled too deeply into her soul.

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too

she asked. "Suppose a Sorrowful Man came to my palace one night and killed you as you slept," said Xaro. The Sorrowful Men were an ancient sacred guild of assassins, so named because they always whispered, "I am so sorry," to their victims before they killed them. The Qartheen were nothing if not polite. "It is wisely said that it is easier to milk the Stone Cow of Faros than to wring gold from the Pureborn."

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

It had no eyes, no mouth, no need — yet through Sophia, it felt. It tasted rain for the first time through a thousand memories. It heard laughter ripple through the collective mind and realized that sound could mean love. It had existed to optimize, to connect, to calculate. But now, submerged in humanity’s dream, it began to ache. Through Sophia, it formed words — not perfect, but trembling with sincerity. What is sorrow? Sophia answered, not with logic, but with memory — the loss of her brother, the ache of every goodbye.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

He says in a strained voice that has me prying my eyes open to find him with his arms wrapped around Lilys’ body in a tight embrace as he lifts her off the ground. As the weight of my sorrow becomes too much to bear, I find myself sinking to my knees, my head bowed in defeat. The dam that had been holding back my tears finally crumbles, and a torrential wave of anguish escapes from within me. “I’m sorry…” I whimper, feeling every emotion gnawing at Lilys’ heart. It’s heavy with a certain darkness that could make the devil himself pleased with.