Sadness walks a tightrope â€“
Less than the depths of sorrow,
Greater than the pangs of conscience.
Sadness falls as tears â€“
Filling the reservoir of pain,
Releasing the overflow of emotion.
And gives way to haunting memories.
Sadness lies down with strangers â€“
It fills the lungs of communities,
In it’s breath is a whisper of redemption.
Sadness silently laments.
Sadness screams for salvation.
The integrity of fading memories.
Â© 2011 Wasted Space Publishing