SADNESS FOLLOWS ME

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Sadness follows me

wherever I go.

It haunts me

in all its forms.

There’s no escape

from its long arms.

I close my eyes

but feel its long shadow.

THE PAST

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THE PAST

I think back to times gone by,

when I could still soar and fly.

I took life by its horns.

I knew not of the thorns.

Love hit quickly in a heartbeat.

I jumped in too fast with both feet.

Our love burned bright and hot,

But soon he loved me not.

Hurt, I married another.

Why do I even bother?

Such feelings serve no  purpose

than allow past thoughts resurface.

Does he think of me sometimes?

I still do, at these sad times.

MY STORY

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All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

ALONE

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Lonely (by Jørn Allan Pedersen )

Alone can be refreshing,

A walk in the cold snow.

Lonely can be depressing,

A silence that hits you low.

Can we distinguish between the two,

As we listen to our heart’s song?

Our time alone is so rare and few,

Refreshing until it feels wrong.

At this moment I feel alive,

Alone but not lonely in my own place.

My dark spirit yearns to survive,

As I raise my happy face.

YOUR LAST BOW

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The mighty now fall,

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.

 

A BOOK NOT READ

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Nothing more sad.

Nothing more shameful.

Than a book not read.

A book lost to time.

CRY

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We cry for ourselves.

We cry in the night.

Tears roll down our cheeks.

Frowns cover our faces.

We stand together.

We cry for no one.

We cry for everyone.

LOST

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I am no one.

I am nothing.

No one sees me.

No one cares.

I am alone.

I am lost.

I am human.

SADNESS

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If only sadness can be a channel,

one that you can turn on and off at will.

I would clear all sadness from my life

with channels of happiness to fill.

TEARS

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I cry in the morning.

I cry into the night.

Tears to fill an ocean.

I won’t give up the fight.

I will wait each day.

Bow my head and pray.

You’ll return to me.

I can’t set you free.

IT SITS ALONE IN THE GARDEN

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How sad is this statue?

Tears dripping down its body.

It sits alone in the garden.

A heart frozen to its core.

Its eyes closed in sadness.

For a savior long and gone.

It sits alone in the garden.

Waiting for help from beyond.

Tears fall ever so slowly.

Freezing close to the ground.

It sits alone in the garden.

Its silent sighs in the wind.

It bows its head in prayer.

For a savior not found.

It sits alone in the garden.

No one else around.

SO HAPPY TOGETHER

A beautiful couple.

So happy together.

Fun times.

Sad times.

Good memories.

Unhappy losses.

New house.

Children.

Grandchildren.

Parties.

Funerals.

So happy together in life.

So happy together in death.

TIME

TIME

Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I didn’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now 
As I take my last bow.

SAD

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So sad.

A sad day.

I need say

No more.