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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 ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Bygone (http://www.flickr.com/photos/bygone/5574430802/) CC-BY-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed...