Of Sorrow and Loss

I raise my fists to the sky
and I rant and rave and I ask why
why must I go through this torment
this constant raging torrent

of misery, anger, rage and tears
only too few were the years
that my days and nights were happy
while now they are lonely, horrid, and crappy

why the angels must die while the devils live
and slip through our fingers like a sieve
the oceans tidal force beats against our faces
and before long it certainly displaces

everything we hold close and dear
and brings about our worst fear
that not only yesterday, but today and tomorrow
will bring not joy, but only hurt, despair, and sorrow.