Welcome to the theatrical theatre of sadness
Roll up, roll up, roll up…
Sadness rolls into town every day to check on me on the back of a midnight psychopomp
It enters my room while I sleep, quiet as a ghost, ethereal, slipping through my fingertips
Settling in at home in my brain whilst
It buys me tickets to the sadness theatre
The sadness was a black pool of a haunting tragedy, don’t we all hold secrets?
The sadness is a suicide of a lonely man
The sadness is the gripping of bed sheets
And the clenching of teeth through red, crying eyes
The sadness are the lonely nights alone
And the agony of vulnerability
The sadness is a contagious disease
A promise of eternal melancholy
The tickets buy me sleepless nights
Of empty wishing on dead stars
The sadness, an overwhelming emotion
Like a cannibal, tearing my flesh off my bones
Limb from limb
A delicacy of the loneliness pandemic
Something isn’t okay, why do so many of us feel this way?
Societal systematic collapse
The sadness was a jump from a skyscrape, a slit on the wrist, an overdose off pills, a long swim from the point of drowning
The sadness urges to do anything that numbs the pain
Sadness is a continual obscure guest as long as I allow it to be in an occupied room of my psyche
Ebbs and flows
Seeking the answer, no one seems to know
You are your own guru
A mercy merciless dance of death.
Commentary ~ The pandemic of loneliness sweeps us all under the carpet at times.