When there is no anger
But abundance of sadness
You don’t want to talk or to share
Why is sorrow spared?
Anger is mutilated voiced and loud
Sadness is quiet and absorbed
The source be known
Within my mind or transferred from another
Toying with my head I rather have not
Or should I? To gain perspective
That everything is not always fine and dandy
Days get dark and you wait for light
Not knowing how long the journey takes
But hope is what must hold me most
Just hope and kindness must flow and flow
2 comments:
Anger is loud, throat goes sore
But does not live for long
And then the sadness is all the more
But voice one must, for life's a song.
Your poem saddens me. Hope you are doing well.
Take Care and God Bless!
Srijith.
I know, i was sad when I wrote it, now things are shining again :)
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