The Sadness

The sadness has taken hold of my world,

My body instantly goes furled,

I’m feeling all the self-pity,

As I bustle about making myself feel busy.

I am curled on the floor,

Pretending I am in an old bookstore,

Holding myself in a personal hell,

As I try to remember the book smell.

I cannot think of anything besides this,

As I cry I try to reminisce,

Remember the good people in my life,

As I try to forget the midwife.

If books won’t work nothing will,

Thinking of the one who holds my heart still,

A smile comes straight to my lips,

But the sadness eclipse.

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