Sadness walks a tightrope –
Less than the depths of sorrow,
Greater than the pangs of conscience.

Sadness falls as tears –
Filling the reservoir of pain,
Releasing the overflow of emotion.

Sadness calls.
Sadness overwhelms.
Sadness dies
And gives way to haunting memories.

Sadness lies down with strangers –
It fills the lungs of communities,
In it’s breath is a whisper of redemption.

Sadness silently laments.
Sadness screams for salvation.
Sadness haunts
The integrity of fading memories.

© 2011 Wasted Space Publishing