Sadness
Invert unhappiness,
Sadness enters stealthily
In my bitter heart.
It plans to stay there.
All around are dying leaves.
It is the last of the Fall.
Soon my heart is entering winter,
Icicles forbid warmth,
Isolation all round.
And I feel the chill and loneliness.
Ideal strategy
Increase happiness
Can I invoke my best memories?
Perhaps its dementia that is my downfall.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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