Sadness

We have a great deal of sadness Pent-up inside our fragile selves Bordering at times on madness- unhealthy in and of itself. You’d think we’d learn to deal with it. No! We shelve it for another day and indubitably admit its return in myriad ways. Sorrow assumes many faces Far too many to cope with each Leaving behind tiny traces of memories and self reproach. Human minds are the rub, the source. Their forlorn heart’s its driving force.