A syrum of sadness spreads
like an infectious diseaese
left untreated..there is no hope
as it attacks vulnerability
leaving questions unanswered
and friendships forgotten
a heart and soul stew in melancholy
mixed with disappointment and
maybe a sprinkling of resentment
when is one to say enough is enough?
6 comments:
Hmm, intriguing. I like how you use syrum and disease. It makes me want to keep reading. Interesting because unlike a disease it suggest that the narrator has infected themselves. I find that really interesting! Anyway look forward to the next poem.
Sometimes it is hard to know when enough is enough. A large amount of sadness can be blinding and debilitating. There is a lot of truth in what you say here. It does leave questions unanswered and friendships forgotten. A lot of times those two things can bring on the sadness, too. It can be a tricky, wicked web we don't even plan on weaving. Love this poem.
There is a covering for all. Sometimes I sense such sadness in your words.
this is sad....I hope you're okay
enough is not enough until you decide no more. It can go on for years.... Written so lovely it flows into the sadness.:)
tres melancholy - gently written .
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