“A Little Piece of Sadness”
Some mornings I encounter a little piece of sadness.
Internal thunderstorms soak the dreams of happiness.
Earthquakes shake the stability of my consciousness.
I reach for several people who are no longer here.
I fear,
more bad weather will appear.
Some evenings I encounter a little piece of sadness.
The evolution of of my smile is challenged by death.
In life, the three of you provided me with visions of Paradise.
Now the clock display Hades,
when I view obituaries in my album book.
Some nights I encounter a little piece of sadness.
Not even the Stars shine bright enough to see your spirits.
I hear voices but my imagination plays Russian Roulette with logic.
This is the reality of more negative forecast to come.
Dress warm-
The Green Mile...
The Upper-Room...
Even though each day is a blessing,
the curse is when you outlive “LOVE”.
Sometimes I encounter little pieces of sadness,
waiting on the “Birth” of what lies ahead.
Internal madness-
The End
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