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Sadness
sadness cannot be contained
nor repressed
it seeps unceremoniously
through the tiniest slit
of words thoughts feelings
into a mangled forest
of regret and pain
sadness cannot be contained
nor repressed
it hides behind your eyes
slithers uninvited into
your mouth
drools over
your hands groping for air
sadness cannot be caught or tamed
flies its flags of wrath and revenge
over the empty plains of your heart
run away if you want
think you can conquer its venom
around the turn truth lies in wait
haunts you all the way back to
where sadness’s cloak bellows in the wind
and beckons you to come inside
its folds familiar dark and musty
sadness gifts you with amulets of tears
as charms against the heaviness inside
leads you to a lonely bridge
with a wonderful view
it nudges you slightly
and as you fall
one with the wind
it lies you down neatly but bloody
on the ground
and as sadness cannot be contained
nor repressed
it leaves satisfied with the last whisper
of air from your lips