by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 7, 2016 | Poetry
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...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 4, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Sometimes sadness falls So far Desperately need not Feel that scar Sadness Melancholy breeding Gaining ground. Spreading out Seeping deep Within the psychic far Oh so far around. Trembling lips reach out Grabbing, holding on No hollow Shallow victory But a life Maybe...