The Shape of Sadness

21 May

The room is her temple’s abyss,
Darkness swallows the light’s edge
As she kneels to her melancholy,
Alone; except for afflicted thoughts.

A dagger before her eyes
Piercing the fog’s ashen veil,
No hand to hold it steady,
Yet crimson tears stain the blade

Dull … pain … aches … for her
To open eyes blind to see;
The path ahead is hers
To forge … to wield … her will

Each beat of the heart,
Every breath held not taken,
All hope abandoned; Sadness
Cuts a timid and lonely shape


Posted by on Tuesday 21st May, 2013 in Poetry, Stories of Sadness


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2 responses to “The Shape of Sadness

  1. Shackled and Crowned

    Tuesday 21st May, 2013 at 8:42 pm

    I really like this. It was very visual. Simple to paint a picture in my mind.

    • withheldindarkness

      Tuesday 21st May, 2013 at 9:23 pm

      Thanks … try to paint a picture with many of my poems (some come off better than others).


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