Poem One:

That sorrow must be lived through

to produce one spirit true

seems cruel, sad, a bad joke

when others carry no yoke.

Depth comes not in laughter

but sorrow, joy, and rapture

lead souls down narrow paths winding

to hidden truth worth finding

The search for good times only

leaves many lost and lonely

When at the end inside they look

and behold only an empty book.

Poem Two:...