Sadness is found
Sadness is found at 3 am,
Between the covers of a book
You couldn’t bear to put down,
for fear that it would attack again.
Sadness hides in memories,
Livid as sea foam,
Something you wouldn’t dare to destroy.
Sadness lies in sleeping heads,
haunting their dreams,
Their one freedom.
And sadness lies in it’s victim’s hearts,
Cold as a stone devoid of sunlight,
Making them scared of ever
Returning to light.