Sadness

A poem from a hard time in my life.

 

Sadness overwhelms me again.

I can’t control it.

It has crept up on me again,

Will it kill me this time.

 

This dark place that I go,

To get away from the pain,

Do I do this on purpose,

Or is it a natural reaction,

To save my soul.

Will the dark place bury me,

Or will it help me survive.

In the end,

Does it even matter,

Or does nothing really matter.

Is life a form of punishment,

Or amusement?

Why can’t it all end?

 

The sadness eats me alive,

As I tumble down

Farther and farther

Into the dark

Away from the world

Where no one can hear

Or see me

Where no one exists

But me

No one to care for

And no one to care for me

Once I fall

Into the Dark

No one can pull me out

But me.

This time I don’t know

If I want to leave

This dark place

It’s cold and alone

But there’s no one annoying you

No one to break your heart

Or bring you pain

You can’t be hurt

In the darkness

But you can’t feel loved

Unless you’re in the light

Then again

What’s love

It’s nothing that’ll last more

Than a few months,

But then brings sadness

In the end.

 

This dark place that I go,

To get away from the pain,

Do I do this on purpose,

Or is it a natural reaction,

To save my soul.

Will the dark place bury me,

Or will it help me survive.

In the end,

Does it even matter,

Or does nothing really matter.

Is life a form of punishment,

Or amusement?

Why can’t it all end?

 

Could all the happiness

Be worth all the pain life brings?

Or is it better

To just hide

In a hole

And not really live.

I think I’ll choose to live

Rather than hide.

Better to take a chance

Than live wondering,

What could have been.

Reviews

[julian3]

Very well done; too often, the words born out of our true emotions of pain, loneliness, disappointment or sorrow, come across as a too-familiar paean of hand wringing angst, spoken by a million others; but this piece does far more by taking the most uncomforatble, painful and darkest of those feelings, placing them on a bare wooden shelf in a darkened library and asking the reader to examine them and hold them up to the light, to look deeply into them and see what elements are familair to the reader, and which might be especially poignant to the writer. One of my favorite songs, by Grey Eye Glances, ends with the lyric - "... I can hear the water turning / and the heaviness is overwhelming."
This piece puts me in mind of that.

[No Longer Writing Here]

Very emotional write.

[Passingdaze]

True emotion from start to finish.

[We are young.]

Woah I love it! I hope this isn't an insult but I think it would work really well for a song, nice job