Sadness has a claim on me,
The way ghost towns are claimed by the wild.
A grip on me,
The way a jealous mother holds on to her child.
Sadness is no more a guest in my soul -
It walks like an owner,
As if all the prior no longer belongs there.
Sadness is chaining me
To the world that is empty and cold,
Yet, I'm chaining it too,
Chaining, to never let go.
It is my captive now,
A cloak I can't live without.
I do wish I could,
But I no longer know how.
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