The Burial of Sadness

I buried my sadness in the darkness of a pit but my happiness seems to mourn for it. I laid down the flowers and let it rest in peace but it comes back at nights, haunting me without cease. It creeps slowly into the room and stands at my feet, in time it gets tired and lies down on my sheet. It gets tangled into every corner of my dreams and rests languidly in every quiver and every scream. I've tried to smother it with the pillow, tried to muffle its sound, I thought that would keep it from coming around. I forced it to the ground, I pushed and I squeezed but it only grew sulky and gravely displeased. I asked why it came back, how come it won't leave, why it's so adamant to make me grieve. I demanded answers, I threatened it with my fist, it finally uttered : Without you I don't exist. I cursed its adherence and felt the disgrace of finally falling into its affable embrace. I wake up exhausted, I shiver and moan but at least there is the comfort of not sleeping alone.