A short limerick about sadness.
I think that we can throw our sadness into an internal cage, but it has a voice and that voice is part of our overall makeup. To deny our sadness is to deny a piece of what makes us human.
How fickle you are lil’ Sadness
Sitting in your hovel of false gladness.
Come over here
I will grant you my ear
Then mayhaps you will stop your silent madness.
© M. Keith Sartin, Jr.