it was a sadness...
I felt sadness wash over me,
it was a sadness I couldn’t touch
nor see,
this sadness was not disdainful,
nor was it passionate or painful,
it wasn’t even a distraction,
but it held me tight,
gave me an odd satisfaction,
like a soft brilliance found in light,
and it didn’t leave me,
during the night,
it was a remarkable sadness,
like one I could trust,
my eyes widened,
and the emotions covered me like dust,
truly, it was an honest sadness,
capable of telling no lies,
I looked into the bathroom mirror,
and I felt a shock of recognition in my eyes,
everything around me went black,
almost without thinking,
I felt myself quivering back,
my eyes rapidly blinking,
and vicious emotions would attack,
the bathroom was now filled with flies,
I could finally feel the tears
welling in my eyes,
it was caused by the sadness,
a fly landed on my forehead
and its that reality I could no longer grasp,
the sadness grew to anger as I saw red,
I pressed the fly between my fingers
and it dropped dead to the floor,
the sadness still lingers,
and I wanted more.
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© 2011 Frank Atanacio