Sadness and its problems

After a time you just feel sad,

Perpetually sad, and weary.

Nothing like fury comes to clothe the day

In fiery robes; you just feel sad,

Perpetually sad.

You drink the tune of sadness in day’s sun.

You linger over it when bloody clouds accost

The premature dusk at winter’s night. Spite

Of no returning you long to see those faces

That have made you sad. Madness should be

Like this : perpetual madness where the grey dawn

Clinks through bars you never wished to see.

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