Layers of Sadness

Sadness Overwhelms

Sometimes we let sadness overwhelm us, let it overcome us, let it overtake us. During these times, our soul is filled with melancholy, with anguish, and with desolation. We feel alone, sit alone, and cry alone. Our hearts droop, despair, and despond. Our tears pour, puddle, and pool. Isolation becomes our closest friend. Aloneness makes his home with us. Solitude surrounds us like a blanket. We become disillusioned, desolate and desperate. We take no joy in any season. We laugh at nothing. We take pleasure in no thing.


Sleep escapes us. Dreams haunt us. Escape eludes us. Anger has long since gone. The only thing we feel is numbness. Pain would be a relief. Regret is replaced by resignation. Rejection is the only thing accepted. Remembrance is forgotten. When passion has subsided, when dreams have dissolved, when hope is unfound, we stumble, tumble, and submit. We become disconsolate, despondent and distraught. Sack cloth and ashes becomes our garb.

Sometimes, as we write, through the transmission of ideas, words, and feelings that flow from our fingertips and onto the page, we can be free from the past. Sometimes, as we write, we can exorcise the gnawing, nibbling, nonsensical nuisances that plague our psyche. Sometimes, as we write, we become able to articulate the inarticulate emblems of our inability to eradicate horrific emotions and memories.

As we bellow and blurt out the obscenity of the pain’s power, we declare: “Woe is me, as I go the way of all flesh, the way of all the earth, I am undone.”

Layers of Sadness

All these layers of sadness,

devoid of love.

All these years of sadness,

landslide, undone.

All these layers of sadness,

forlornness,

lost, tossed

and blind.

All these layers of sadness,

waves of gloom,

steps behind,

no room.

All these layers of sadness,

brink of gladness,

anguish,

misery.

All these layers of sadness,

seeing not the light,

seeing not the joy,

seeing not the hope.

All these layers of sadness,

no light, nor joy, nor hope.

Never satisfied

never reached.

.

All these layers of sadness,

a wave of sadness,

the ebb, the flow,

of pain.

All these layers of sadness,

alone, waves, washing ,

over and again,

alone, the sad refrain.

 All these layers of sadness,

devoid of love.

All these years of sadness,

landslide, undone.

© 2013 ajwrites57

A Long

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