Sadness has many friends:

the dying falling leaf

a drunk’s shaking mind

the horse alone in a field.

Forgive my sadness,

forgive sadness itself:

it is the beast which patrols

our inner shadows –

and it feeds on itself

2 thoughts on “Sadness

  1. This is a little gem, John, and while I hope that the sad beast for you eats itself out, as Dean says. However, I guess it’s always nibbling away on itself for most of us, as the sadness beasts tend to multiply with age.

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