Prompt: “Sadness is...”
Sadness is a heavy cloud. It is
The curling snake that writhes in the sunlight,
That feeds off droplets of misery
And turns bright eyes into chalky coals.
It is the push off the cliff, the
Downward rush that tells you
“It can’t get worse than this,”
Knowing full well, in its infinite wisdom,
That “Oh, yes it can” is the only possible end.











