Sunday, March 10, 2019


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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