The Sorrow Lands

The Sorrow Lands lay between
The substrate reality
And a place that does not exist.

Two finite locations
And a third like a river
That come close to one another
And overlap.

In the Land of the Sorrows
Rocks exist
Never moving
Never wearing down over time
No sign of rain
Or any kind of moving water
Anywhere.

No babies are born
In the Sorrow Lands
Because hope comes in the form
Of commitment to death
And a pessimism about life.

In the Sorrow Lands
Ancient trolls and pagan gods
Visit
To mystify it with stares
And bad omens,
Yet their appears to be no magic
In its forests.

Whatever is promised
Is left unfulfilled,
Some are left missing their most valuable thing
​Others starve, perpetually hungry.

No tears 
For the tears have long turned dry
The mourning goes on
Like an empty feeling in the pit of the stomach
As you realize you can't turn back.