Tuesday, April 14, 2015

In the pursuit of sadness

Heaviness descends upon a feather,
Darkness robs the candle's glow.

Their strength as fragile as their weakness,
Their madness as sane as their sanity.

They succumb willingly,
With dignified gracefulness;
With wilting passion,
With a defiant demeanor.

And all that remains is the spirit that can never be tamed,
hiding within the furrows of sadness and bittersweet pain.