The Nature Of Sorrows Poem by Felix Bongjoh

The nature of sorrows
Sorrows bundled down
Into a deep cliff,
Below which waves strike
To shatter everything -
Except the storm that brings them -
Often make us explode
Into the maar,
Whose bare depth
Of splendid shallowness,
Is reflected by the sun's visible mirror.

Sorrows immersed
In a deep lake
Remain dormant, no sun
Revealing them.
Until when a storm propels itself
From below from beneath,
Naïve stems merely shivering nearby,
Everything else quakes to reveal
The true nature
Of concealed pain.

No matter how deep
The patch
That does not catch the sun's eye,
Rivulets only sinking deep
Into a remote mantel, the limit
Of impermeability,
The real skin of steel,
Is never quite known - until a volcano
Propels pain
Into a thunderous explosion.
© 26 days ago, Felix Bongjoh