Hanna Mae Mata Poet Free verse

A Sad Story

I will tell you about sadness
that is the scrap of flesh on the very tip of my toes 
to the highest point of my skull. 
I can tell you what about sadness- 
when I lay my head back for a fortnight- 
missing meals, missing knocks on my doors, 
missing one’s absence inside my head, 
and surviving- surviving still.
But when I write about sadness, 
I shall write about you. 
I shall write about a story that
was never given a chance to start.

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Beata Agustin December 18, 2024 at 9:09 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.