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the many sum versions of sadness
my heart waits like a prisoner
seeking escape from confines
a captive in dispassion
like a bird flapping with featherless wing
eternally, seeking release
in the harsh wrinkles of remiss left forever without
for my sunken eyes
in a depth to deep to measure
conditions are sweeping
listless as wind storms whipping
the weeping willow leaves
perceiving shadows quivering that are dismissed and remain in doubt
they are some of the many
the many sum versions of sadness
Divine sadness
"like a bird flapping with featherless wing" *gasp* I love that line. So beautiful. Very intriguing. Grips a part of a darkened soul.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**