My Poetry.

#1: Process of paralysis

Sadness, my friend

I think you're showing. 

Disguised as the 

tears on my cheeks,

you've recently started

adoring.

*

Yes, I know

You've over stayed 

your welcome. 

But when you leave

I don't feel so

fearsome.

*

So tell me, 

sadness,

Why are you still here? 

I told you long ago, 

I'm done with our

affair. 

*

I hope you're happy, 

sadness.

For vacancy I am.

I'm numb, amune

and I feel

so alone now.