The Sadnessss of a Man

The Sadness of A Man Begins with the need to want, A want so great that feelings bleed. Bleeding of a desire so blunt, Dying from a selfish greed. Are those denial's concealed? Are they coming from the memory of wishes. Hoping that a passion will heal, And spark those desires to bliss. Is it the bitterness that hurts, Like a knife it deepen's and cuts. Are memories of past mistakes, That oversee gladness to late. For me the sadness of it all, Feel's haunting and oh so tall. Still, I stand by pride, Even if l;ife concludes I must die...