Somedays are harder than othersÂ
My broken edgesÂ
Are sharper,Â
Cut deeper,
Bleed harder.Â
I am always tired
But always trudging on,Â
Today I will just walk a little slower.
A little less rigour
In my step,Â
I can’t help my sadness !
My eyes rain dropsÂ
Of sadness.Â
My voice screams a symphony
Of sadness.
My fingertips ache with sadness.
You can feel it if you touch me,
The air around me
Is saturated.
I am choking and drowning elated,Â
Frustrated,
There is nothing past this
Emptiness.
Forget all this
Sadness is cold ,
I imagine death is too
At the end.Â
Is it bold of me to hopeÂ
This is mine ?