The Surviving Sadness
People of joy converse,
In terms of best,
Or worse,
But I am unlike the rest.
In this oblique mindset,
There may be bits of joy,
But they're always offset,
By a surviving sadness' ploy.
Twisting a knot in every plot,
Tearing shreds to dreams,
Of a life not,
Falling apart at the seams.
Maybe I was broken,
Long ago,
Maybe I should have spoken,
Let my sadness show.
A surviving sadness,
Can be hard to understand,
It appears endless,
Impossible to disband.
I fight every day,
Inside my mind,
Always trying a new way,
To release this bind.
Until then; I ask you please,
Don't partake in my melancholy,
See to a life of ease,
Avoid folly for something jolly.
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