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soulful sadness



soulful sadness

Silently,
he wept. 
The sullen 
stillness 
weighed 
on his heart, 
like water-filled 
balloons, 
too heavy 
to hold 
and dropped. 
And broke. 
Like the water 
escaping 
from the balloons, 
so, too, does 
his heavy 
heart spill 
water-filled tears. 
The remaining
drops, drip,
one-by-one,
counting out,
the beats of 
his broken heart.
The scratched
record played
a slow, 
blues rhythm.
The woeful dirge 
drum beat deep, 
intoning the mournful, 
will-less, 
silence of fears. 
The thump 
of the heart, 
in time, 
with the 
quiet shadows, 
showed his 
soulful sadness.


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤


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