Sadness Comes In Waves I Said Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

sadness comes in waves I said

they closed the door

leaving me to wander near the shore



of it

captive to the day of writing me off

like a bad debt.



they did not care that the ebb and the flow of it

seeped under their door, and marled, and beautiful

as disastrous



pooled in the well waxed hallways, lapped at the balconies'

recreational edge.

my pledge I have kept



windswept



ridiculed, words skewed slightly sideways

by the knowing smiles.

I dont know what they know.



or how they tally up the miles.



God keep me safe.

under no bitter moonlightnor escape.

unmined. with no resort but You



oblivious to the time we live in

they think they've wasted with me.

in the palace of your mercies,



with my small candle lit.



and Infinite.



mary angela douglas 18 june 2019