Sadness is a river
Flowing backwards, black as the night
Fashioned with a soaking ecstasy in winter
Flooding the town with its melancholy
Laid wide with a luminous drive
Flashed through minds with a burst
Black was the river with a yellow call
Shone was a landscape in this darkness
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Lastly, a river
This scorching meandering
Into the sadness
Sadness stays within
Sculptures look at me, grin
What do they see?
What do they know?
This museum is a ghastly picture show
Everyone gawks, stares
My mind is solid stone
And you are gone to me
Frozen in time
Like these pieces of art
For Sadje’s What Do You See #168
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Sometimes I think you see me as a machine
I can handle everything
Nothing bothers me
Other times I think you don’t even notice me
Sadness and pain
I do feel those things
Sometimes I become a machine
It’s how I was raised to be
To never stop, to always keep going
But even while my blood turns to oil
And I keep going and pushing
Behind everything is sadness and pain
Depression is a liar
It tells me nasty things
These negative thoughts I acquire
And the despair it brings
But my friends always say
This too shall pass
Though it’s wretched today
I faintly see a half-full glass
When I feel disconnected
Not much seems to help
I’m not sure what I expected
Or when it will stop
Music is my healing balm
And so is my writing
They help me stay calm
With the negativity I’m fighting
The certainty of seeing your face
When I arrived in the hidden place
Was gone forever in a split-second
Head down on the table like
You were sleeping, an eternal rest
Great sadness in the center of my chest
Those days are gone now
Pictures in storybooks
Cemented in my mind’s eye
No need to cry any longer
Your spirit is forever with me
(Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels)
I’m the type of person who puts my entire heart into everything I do
Love pours out from me like a tipped over water glass
Drenching everything on the map in front of me
Lines get blurred, everything mixes together
All aspects of my life live in harmony
Until the day that a sinkhole appears
The water rushes away from all areas of the map
And vanishes into this black abyss
Leaving only my tears to water to the desert my life
(Photo by Eric Muhr on Unsplash)
“Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.” – Jasmine Warga
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my body, dissolved in acid
is a fitting way for life’s end
terminate the contract of
my earthly stay
if you must
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