Blue Violets ~ Photo by Patrice

Sadness is something
Sometimes, I want to be immersed in
Crying, silently
No joy to share
Not a drop, empty, hollow
I just can’t stop the affair.

Sadness does live with me
I allow her in
She stays with me
I don’t love her much
But still she’s been a comfort
Living here, amid my lonely thoughts.

Sadness, she pulls me in
Holding, engulfing  me
In a place that’s sad
So lonely
Crying, lying deep within
Becoming such a tragic sin.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016