New Poetry


Tell It

This is the sadness that knows you by name.
This is the sadness that is present in your waking hours
and lingers in your dreams.
This is the sadness that visits you on crowded streets,
in lonely rooms,
on quiet afternoons and moonless
nights.
This is the sadness that flows through your blood
and seeps into your bones.
It wraps itself around your heart like a heavy blanket.
It flows from your pores and mixes
with the atmosphere,
stains furniture and memories.
It never truly leaves you
but sometimes it sleeps
with one eye always open.
This is the sadness that was with you
before you were born
and will remain after you
are gone.
It will not be
dismissed or ignored.
Embrace your fear of it
and learn to greet it as an uneasy friend.
Smoke cigarettes with it in the dark.
Let it inside you and learn its language.
Make your peace with it.
Speak to it in your darkest hours
and tell it
I said
hello.

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