sadness is an odd feeling
not odd per say
but
its a washaway feeling
it sweeps you off your feet
total wipeout
it submerges you in its chaos
and then leaves you
and then you are okay again
loneliness is different
its cruel and harsh and cold
everyone, everything you have ever known
leaves
they leave you
without a backwards glance
and from then its the quiet that
never goes
quiet becomes your new piece of mind
from then on
you are the one who gets news last
the one that is left out at events
the one who is slowly destroying themselves
and it is so cold.
my circulation has gone faulty
my fingers are numb
my teeth chatter
the empty space in my chest settles
and i
am so
cold
YOU ARE READING
Sparrows Song
Poetryshort stories and poems for when the night is old and the day is dark
