Another poem assignment I had to do today.
I wasn't a fan of it. We had to include:
A path of sorrow
A knot of hate
and
A splash of delight so-

Walking on a path of sorrow,
the night seems endless and bleak.
A knot of hate conjours in my stomach.
No, not hate, but envy.
I'm envious.
Envious of the lives that have been graced
with a splash of delight.
What can I do to feel that?
A path of sorrow, I walk alone.