A Poem about Sadness

Sadness is much like a colony of mushrooms that start to overtake a dark forest.
First there is the forest, then there are the trees, then there is the darkness and the damp air and moist soil, then there is the cooing of the owls and the calling of the kayotes. Then in that space and time a mushroom starts to sprout,
then another and then another.

Much like sadness, one must go back and try to find the root of where it all began.
Was it in secondary school when everyone laughed at you when you were the last one chosen on a team.
Or was in highschool when everyone seemed to have a secret admirer for valentine’s day but you.
And then in College when everyone knew exactly what they wanted to be but you.
Or was it just last night in your forties when your parents called to wish you a happy birthday and reminded you that you never finished college and you still have your box of comics at their house.
And while they were saying good bye they asked you if you have payed off your credit cards.

Sadness just creeps up really like a jelly fish in the water, hard to see, but then there is the sting.
The sting that stays on and on until you wash it off with your own urine.
There will come a time, when your own odor will take over your being, and your sadness takes over your every breath.

The mushrooms are becoming a colony and the fog is taking over the trees…..
listen to the quiet and listen to the poem about sadness from with in.

SAD Sadness Saddening

Isn’t it Sad to know that there is no one within reach that cares to know you are sad
Doesn’t the sadness over take your breath just as the smog overtakes a city full of people in cars,
not realizing what is killing them, but knowing it is something they must stop.
And the Saddening part of it all is that once you know you are in,
it is much like quick sand, difficult to stop, you start to move your hands and feet, but then you go further in.
As you realize you will drown, you open your mouth to cry out for help,
but even more so, your mouth fills up with the sadness, no cries,
There comes a time, you must believe that a knight will appear on a white horse and rescue you.
If you believe in fairy tales, the unicorn might appear to give you his horn to come out of the quick sand.
Is this a swamp or is it a river in disguise.
There is a mermaid calling for your help.
You realize that your time is over and that you must attend other peoples’ calls.
The sadness begins to wear off as the sun begins to rise.
Remember with each sunrise another 24 hours of hope are resurrected.
So lets let the mushrooms dry out and lets learn to recall the moment
sadness began to fade away and hope started to rise.
The owls start to sing like the canaries and the kayotees now dance around.
The mushrooms play the role of umbreallas for the caterpillars and the lady bugs.
The sun is shining once again.
It is just sad that the taste of saddness remains.