Sadness is much like an ocean;
a wave of sorrow, mingled with grief;
a constant energy, filled with emotion,
from which there seems no chance of relief.
Appearing in the distance; mere thought,
it quickly envelops all that we be;
transforming us to becoming distraught,
the energy morphs itself into me.
The loss of those most near,
makes us unable to breathe;
and reality minus those most dear,
is reality I cannot achieve.
Though there be shores of dry land,
much like the cheeks on my face,
the waves of tears wash over the sand;
and the ocean of sorrows embrace.
Inhaling the waters of sadness;
we drown from the ocean within;
leading our thoughts to near madness;
we find we’re unable to swim.
For reality evaporates, day by day,
and all that there was, changes;
and all that we love has gone away;
reality, itself, rearranges.
There is no cure; no magic potion;
no puzzles in life seem to fit.
For, sadness is, indeed, an ocean,
and I find myself immersed in it.