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Sadness’ Curse

06 Mar

She is strange!
People stare, whisper, laugh
Vile words from burnt tongues
Take lease on fragile ears.
She hides in corners,
Cursed by withheld hands
To reach out for her;
Sitting alone, life walks on.

We are alive, we live,
Idle is her life.
What is her problem,
A curse on our perfection.
Inaction bounds our hands
For she is silent,
No one reaches for her;
Sitting alone, life walks on.

I can’t continue this day,
Dark is my undying curse.
My legs fail me, so I sit
My hands empty, so I slit
I fight with Sadness
Never a word spoken to me,
I reach out for you;
Sitting alone, life walks on

She is strange!
People stare, whisper, laugh
Vile words from burnt tongues
Take lease on fragile ears.
Sadness blurs her own curse
I speak: “Are you okay?
I reach out for her;
Standing, we walk together.

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2 Comments

Posted by on Wednesday 6th March, 2013 in Poetry, Stories of Sadness

 

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2 responses to “Sadness’ Curse

  1. Wendell A. Brown

    Sunday 10th March, 2013 at 2:56 pm

    I really loved your poem, thanks for sharing!!!!!

     

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