Our Sadness
Sometimes, I sit in deep despair
in utter gloom, a rush of darkness
and surely wish my sadness would be
something from a troubled past.
if I could burn my sadness
drown and sear, or even choke it
cut it to pieces, shoot it, yes!
I would do it without blinking.
And once despair has died away
I would visit friend and foe
and kill their sadness as before
so that everyone would be free.
It can’t be done, so I sit
in deep despair and utter gloom
and surely wish our sadness was
no part of what we seem to be.
