Sadness Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Sadness

Rating: 5.0


to my eyes
the moon is as good as the sun
I pray for blackness
drawn and twisted
I wear the face
of one who must scream
or weep, or go mad
in a voice like pain
stretched to breaking
I know the lucky ones die before they go mad
me, I die after

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