I move to my bed after the loss
Of a sock, a grade, a smell, a life;
Unhappy and crying rivulets.
After drinking away,
After breaking up,
After seeing
The white,
Black,
Grey,
I move to my bed
To cry and cry more rivulets.
The sadness fills up like water
And I float on it on my wooden bed.
The sadness fills up like water
And knocks down everything like water
And jumps out the window and creeps out the door
Like water.
I cry and cry rivulets
But don’t come here to console me.
My sadness is the blue mountain,
A flower in the snow.
My sadness is the sadness of a Christian
Crying and crying away at mass.
I cry away happiness
And become void
To be satisfied.
Either joyful or satisfied.
I've never been both together.
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