Sadness

When there’s sadness in the psyche

it creeps up to the eyes

and sits there like a predator

waiting to pounce and devour

settled composure.

It’s mostly happy living there

but seemingly for no rhyme or reason

it needs a change in scenery

and propelled by an unknown force

runs swiftly down the cheeks.

Soon, too soon, it comes face to face

with determined intent

to quickly wipe away

all trace of its existence.

So then it dies all alone

outside its comfort zone

sorry to have decided

to go on walk-abouts

or so it is thought.

Instead it simply returns again

to settle in and be content

deep in the psyche

until restlessness sets in

and it prepares to pounce!