Sadness...

It sometimes happens from time to time.
But sometimes, it just stays there, locked up inside.
It just doesn’t go away. Even after your soul is gone from your body, it’s still hanging around.

Sadness.

That’s the biggest word that anyone can ever feel.
You can see it through someone else’s eyes if you just look a little closer. Like seeing someone dying can make sadness overcome your darkest fears.
All you feel is just sadness.

Here.
There.
Everywhere.

It’s hard to let it go when the one you loved the most, isn’t here with you anymore.
Everyone’s been through that experience-even you.
Whenever people ask you if you were okay, you just simply try to place a fake smile on your lips and say, “Yeah, I’m fine,” though in reality, you’re not. I’ve felt that way billions of times and right now, at this moment, I can’t stop it. The feeling of despair and overwhelming depressions is just too much to bear.

The memories are what you can’t erase. It’s something you have to grab, to hold, to treasure.

Back when that person was alive, I’m sure you were grasping every bit of hope on your fingers while your knees felt numb in its place. You would be praying to God I’m sure, to not take him away from you. He’s everything you’ve ever got, ever fought, everything you ever wanted to love. You tried to hold onto your faith, praying to Him that he would be with you again, his eyes sparkling with joy, his mouth forming a wide, happy grin and his cheeks blushing with happiness.

But in the end, he’s just lying there on his death bed, completely motionless. His skin paler than bone with his eyes closed. You begin to weep with such agonizing pain and your cries give out until you can’t breathe no more. All the sadness, the unforgivable pain that used to be locked up in you, now released through a never-ending, sorrowed cry. You start shouting, cursing and crying with all your might to God.

But did He ever listen to you and your prayers? ‘No,’ is what you’re thinking, because God has sent the Angel of Death to come and take your loved one away...

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A Sad Child sa pamamagitan ng Margaret Atwood

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a amerikana or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the araw of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and sinabi to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the paborito child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

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And ask ye why these sad tears stream? sa pamamagitan ng Lord Alfred Tennyson

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay bulaklak blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with mga rosas bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand mga kerubin beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking oras was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
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