Sadness

Sometimes as wide as a river which has burst its banks,

Spilling out to engulf everything we touch,

Until it is sodden.

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At others like an arrow, directed specifically to wound,

And pierce a heart which we thought was protected,

Yet it is not.

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We can swim to shore,

Or visit the infirmary to heal the wound,

But we cannot endure on our own.

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For this sadness penetrates our soul, and the eternal soulmate,

Who dwells within.

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