Blue streams of floating thoughts
flow down the River Woe
and turn to blackened grief
within its undertow.
To venture down its waters is to risk a grasp on life
becoming just a victim to depression, pain, and strife.
With anguish at each turn,
time's rapids churn remorse;
dark sadness strikes sharp rocks
along life’s wayward course.
Despair meets mere existence found afloat on misery
reminding ev'ry drowning soul that Woe won't set you free.