SADNESS

sadness is pure madness,
it makes the mighty redden,
and the weakling harden.

sadness is careless,
ignorant to bless-
that part of us less!
the tiniest of the dress,
that wearing is a mess.

sadness is us-born
a part of us torn,
and thrown into the unknown,
never to be known,
to scorn,
not to be worn,
so its in-born
thus we frown...
every time we reckon!

sadness is pure black,
a light-less dark,
a blind night...
where no bright
no matter how might,
can pick, a morsel of sight!
in that hideous plight.