Poems on Sadness - Blackout Poetry Notes

Perished

Has this mind,
replete with ideas, perished?
Pardon this gush of sorrow; words are but
the example of anguish.

Passionate jealousy
points us to brood in
heartbreak.

I am reckless
in my life.
The rush of each thrill
burns brightly,
searing me in a desire
for distraction
as a desperate attempt
to feel something.

This feeling of
hopelessness
is real pain.

We consume, corrupt, destroy -
earth is no longer
of use; it is a grave.

You were in love
with love,
but not me.

The trouble
was the yearning
in wanderlust.

Youth lingered, then
walked away,
slow and quiet
no sign of life.

The great emptiness
the loss of a memory.
Could anyone
ease the pain?

Look carefully
at sad eyes, at something
hidden beneath
a flicker of something,
an expression of wonder.