Sadness
If I can’t be happy, why not wallow in sadness.
Let it overpower me in a disgustingly blissful
And tumultuous blindness that fills the empty space
That you used to occupy.
Sadness is something to be treasured.
It’s something to weep of softly and wale of angrily.
It makes me move to the beat of its locking trance
As I smile in pure melancholy.
Sadness, is my friend.
Copyright © Gabrielle Wolcott | Year Posted 2013
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