Such deep sorrows.
It is sad when nobody takes notice.
And it isn't the sort of pathetic, you've made a complete fool of yourself sad. It isn't the sort of you really don't have the mental capacity to be in such a position sad. It isn't even the sort of what possessed you to do that and how will you clean it up sad.
It's sad as in sorrow, as in the mourning that comes before the night, as in the saddness that steals away breaths before little children get to breathe them. It's sad as in the broken down spirits of forgotten souls that got lost along the way and never made it home again. It is sad as in the empty throbbing pain that comes with the realization that all your childhood dreams have died and you are left with only the ashen scars to show for it. It's sad as in weeping. It's sad as in crawling on hands and knees just to make it out of the cold. It's sad as in the agony that burns to the core of your being, asking you questions nobody will answer.
It's that sort of sad.
The sort of sad that is a robber of all good things. The sort of sad that is a wrongdoer in the eyes of the innocent. The sort of sad that breaks the backs of the helpless, breaks the hearts of the hopeless, and breaks the souls of those who call themselves the worthless. It is the saddness that reaps its destruction not upon the foolish mind, but upon the child and mother who cannot escape its evil grasp. It is the saddness that dresses brilliant roses in a black still death, and clouds the silver moon with sheets of empty gray. It is the saddness that turns laughter into wailing; joy into the endless agony of oppression.
It is no friend to the lonely, no help to the penniless, and no compassion for the down-trodden. It is the destroyer, the seeker of misery, and the enemy of all that is good and fair. It is the vile devil himself, as its tongue steals away even a whispered word of hope. Encasing lives in cold, icy steel and encasing souls in damp caverns of endless night.
It is the enemey. It is the foe. It is the death that we have known too well. And it has been dwelling here for far too long.
-RK
And it isn't the sort of pathetic, you've made a complete fool of yourself sad. It isn't the sort of you really don't have the mental capacity to be in such a position sad. It isn't even the sort of what possessed you to do that and how will you clean it up sad.
It's sad as in sorrow, as in the mourning that comes before the night, as in the saddness that steals away breaths before little children get to breathe them. It's sad as in the broken down spirits of forgotten souls that got lost along the way and never made it home again. It is sad as in the empty throbbing pain that comes with the realization that all your childhood dreams have died and you are left with only the ashen scars to show for it. It's sad as in weeping. It's sad as in crawling on hands and knees just to make it out of the cold. It's sad as in the agony that burns to the core of your being, asking you questions nobody will answer.
It's that sort of sad.
The sort of sad that is a robber of all good things. The sort of sad that is a wrongdoer in the eyes of the innocent. The sort of sad that breaks the backs of the helpless, breaks the hearts of the hopeless, and breaks the souls of those who call themselves the worthless. It is the saddness that reaps its destruction not upon the foolish mind, but upon the child and mother who cannot escape its evil grasp. It is the saddness that dresses brilliant roses in a black still death, and clouds the silver moon with sheets of empty gray. It is the saddness that turns laughter into wailing; joy into the endless agony of oppression.
It is no friend to the lonely, no help to the penniless, and no compassion for the down-trodden. It is the destroyer, the seeker of misery, and the enemy of all that is good and fair. It is the vile devil himself, as its tongue steals away even a whispered word of hope. Encasing lives in cold, icy steel and encasing souls in damp caverns of endless night.
It is the enemey. It is the foe. It is the death that we have known too well. And it has been dwelling here for far too long.
-RK
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