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!
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