POEMS ABOUT SADNESS > Sadness
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SADNESS

Sadness, like a bitter wine, 
like contaminated water
from a river with a spell,

spreads over my body,
filling its every corner,
every thought, every cell.

And soon I am Her.
Caught in her wicked gossips,
lost in her powers unknown,

confused by her false statements,
fatal prophecies, insults,
with nothing left of my own.

I float ripped by her currants,
tossed by her raptures,
led by her misleading streams.

I am Her. I am Sadness.
I can’t see anything else,
not even my own dream.

Sadness.  Yes, I am Sadness.
What a poignant sorrow I feel.
I dance my best mourning dance…

I dance,
               and dance,
                             and dance…

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Oh, what a beautiful poem?
I think I remember something…
I used to know a poet once…

And slowly I merge back to myself,
I am no longer sadness.
It’s almost her time to leave.

We sit by the River of Hope,
we say what is left to say,
and grieve what is left to grieve.

And soon I’m no longer sad.
I can still see the wounds,
but I also can see

a heart a bit stronger, a soul a bit wiser
and a person
           a bit more free. 
 
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 1/1/06

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