there is too much brutality in sadness
how am i to live my life with sadness
they say sadness ends
and it does.
but when its yanking out your heart
and all the infinitesimally small things
that meant more to you than life
were killed. were choked. were burned out.
temporary sadness makes you want to be...
to be non existent
or to exist with out
like the cactus outside my window
as the rain pours down on it
sunshine
it wants the sun
yet the rain pours down on it
it does not cease
and as the first rays of the sun
fall upon its spiny form
it has long been drained of life
