I dreamt about this sadness….

I dreamt about this sadness,

before it even arrived,

thick as dew drops on the newly sprouted blade,

heavy as a down comforter,

enveloping me,

surrounding me,

comforting me with it’s morose familiarity.

I dreamt about this sadness,

before it even arrived,

sickeningly sweet and maddeningly suffocating.

The beauty of this world doesn’t disperse it,

laughter cannot pierce it,

making love does not dull it,

nothing touches it’s cloying possessiveness over my soul,

nothing but the untapped well within,

a well that feels infinitely far away when the sadness descends.

image taken from: deviantart.net

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Posted on October 9, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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