Beautiful sadness.
I hear the wind whirl and howl outside.
I hope it rains.
I see cats.
They are playing in the house.
The pitter-patter of their feet amuses me.
I'm sitting in the living room.
I feel an old friend approaching.
She visits often.
She is beautiful.
She cuts me.
She stalks me.
She is evil.
She is always lurking.
She drives me insane.
She leaves my soul hurting.
She is mean.
She is lean.
Her words are like rusty nails to my soul.
Her words are true.
In this madness and sadness, beauty emerges.
I hear soft music coming from my headphones.
It helps me.
It heals my wounds.
It eases my spirit.
The scares remain.
She leaves until the song ends.
Then she is back again.
My Beautiful Sadness.
6/9/2020
Thomas James Tom
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
Beautiful sadness.
I hear the wind whirl and howl outside.
I hope it rains.
I see cats.
They are playing in the house.
The pitter-patter of their feet amuses me.
I'm sitting in the living room.
I feel an old friend approaching.
She visits often.
She is beautiful.
She cuts me.
She stalks me.
She is evil.
She is always lurking.
She drives me insane.
She leaves my soul hurting.
She is mean.
She is lean.
Her words are like rusty nails to my soul.
Her words are true.
In this madness and sadness, beauty emerges.
I hear soft music coming from my headphones.
It helps me.
It heals my wounds.
It eases my spirit.
The scares remain.
She leaves until the song ends.
Then she is back again.
My Beautiful Sadness.
6/9/2020
Thomas James Tom
