Sadness 💔💔
Sadness is not a fleeting rain,
It is the storm that claws the vein.
A silence sharper than a scream,
A weight that crushes every dream.
It walks the corridors of thought,
Reminds you of what time has wrought.
A mirror cracked, a voice undone,
A battle lost though never won.
It seeps through marrow, slow and cold,
Turns burning youth to ashes old.
The heart, a prisoner in its cage,
Beats not with love, but muted rage.
Tears are the ink, the eyes the page,
Grief writes its script in endless stage.
No balm of words, no gentle hand,
Can shift the weight, can understand.....
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