Sadness

Sadness

Piercing, seething, throbbing sadness

My chest constricted, every breath a fight against myself

And although my heart keeps beating, there is no life in my veins

Sadness

The sun outside taunts me, for I have no warmth in me

An icy hand is sifting through my memories, stirring up pain and tears

I see no color, only grey

Sadness

It chokes out all other feelings

A boundless human prison

It needs no walls to keep me in

Sadness

There is nothing else

Reviews

[Charlotte Haran]

A poem that causes the reader great empathy! Interesting structure and emphasis on onomatopoeic words.

[TomQuick]

I love "an icy hand is shifting through my memories"! I would work on putting in more images of this kind and in general.