Poems on Sadness - Blackout Poetry Notes

Flowed

It is tragic
how her generous spirit
of the heart
flowed
to sadness.

With this smile
of bitterness, I rather
give myself away.

This is monstrous,
he doesn't show his pain.
He is still alive, somehow.
Surely, he is not
quite right.

I am a wandering soul
with unfathomable
melancholia.

I was lost in a storm.
My heart wished
I had wings and could ascend
instead of sinking
down an abyss.

I lost all chance of you,
I did want you.
And there won't be another chance.
And I hate it.
If you're honest, so am I.

Her eyes, painful yet strong,
what secrets lay hidden
in her thoughts.

She is
a floating intelligence
just a presence.

I can't conceive
even at my age, why are we all so
tongue tied, and yet
seem to have everything.

I thought that was love.