Written on Monday 15/05/2023
At 19:14
To me, sadness has become a lifestyle,
Rather than a temporary state of mind.
It's an unwanted companion you get used to after a while,
Whether you are here or there, a company it'll find.
Sadness has its own language,
It appears in the salty tears running down the cheeks.
Or it could be the tremor in our voice,
Or the shake in our breaths.
Sadness wants company like no other emotion,
It clings to you more than a babe would cling to nutrition.
It's isolating as it only wants you to itself,
Not liking to share with another self.
Joy becomes a burden impossible to carry,
Even in occasions that require you to be happy.
Happiness is a noun that has shriveled and died,
In the hot summer of a desert so wide.
A smile is a currency with which you couldn't pay,
The most significant acts of kindness even when you will it to may.
It's more expensive that the dollars in people's accounts,
Hard to buy or sell at the stores of your thoughts.
Sadness has a certain look,
Makes you want to only read a type of book.
That makes you leak a stream of tears,
While confessing all of your fears.
Sadness is rather quiet,
It expends your body from the fight,
So make sure to notice its signs early,
Because dealing with it is no business to take lightly.
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