I'm not sure where it comes from
The sad
But **** straight it's there
I feel it, lurking

The sad waits for the right moment
Like a wolf looking prey that is young, sick or wounded
Only attacking when I am vulnerable and defenseless
In moments when I'm incapable of escaping

When the sad comes
A hurricane formulates in my mind
A tumultuous battle between dark and light

I fight back tears
Rubbing my lips in an attempt to hold in the screams
Worry that the sad is here to stay this time
My brain tries and tries to fight it


The pain of the sad is almost too much at times
My heart can't always take it
I feel myself getting weaker
Succumbing to the grip

Of the Sad