Sadness is a state of mind,
That no one can comprehend.
You don't look forward just behind,
And for yourself you cannot fend.
The heart is heavy, so is the soul,
And though the sun is shining bright.
Inside of you there's only cold,
In brightest day, or blackest night.
10/15/10 AltonTexas
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