The crushing sadness
Is trickling down my veins
And I am beyond saving
Even by my own brain
Which tries to make me happy
By recalling our best moments.
It makes me so much sadder.
And I try to move sleekly
As before
But the pain is fighting back
Making everything so trivially tedious and difficult and
sad
I am looking, teary eyed
At an origami Triceratops
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
The crushing sadness
Is trickling down my veins
And I am beyond saving
Even by my own brain
Which tries to make me happy
By recalling our best moments.
It makes me so much sadder.
And I try to move sleekly
As before
But the pain is fighting back
Making everything so trivially tedious and difficult and
sad
I am looking, teary eyed
At an origami Triceratops
Three variations of sad in one poem. I am on a roll.