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,
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.