something about sadness
there is something about sadness…
it is a weight,
it is damp & thick, but not cold, enveloping, suffocating. stifling breath.
it tastes like , well, nothing; bland disappointment, food that needs salt.
my sadness is slatey blue,
it is an ache,
a swelling over the heart,
I don’t think I could draw sadness, but I could hear it; sonorous chords, a minor key
or the rumble of the unexplained.. thunder? explosives? a plane flying off to who knows where?
sadness has reasons, those heavy chain links do not always join, they lie on the floor, trapping us nonetheless.
there are rarely words.
today i am sad
i am sad for the hurting and the lost
i am sad because we cannot be sad without arguing;
are we’re sad enough, or too sad?
is blue sadness worse than grey sadness?
whether the chords have a resolution
or if there is an accidental dischord
whether the words we’ve tried to use for the wordless are the right words, better than no words? or silence.
i am not angry now
i am sad
and i am tired.
we are all sad ;
let’s not make it worse