My Infinite Sadness

by Donald Whiffin

Sadness to me is something you cannot see.
Sadness to me is not out in the world.
     Sadness is a cold
     old, mold told
     to me by
     my insides.
Past my heart, past my brain.
Past all that makes me sane
Past my soul, tucked away in a hole.

What can end this mellon collie?
     Not someone saying "sorry."

Itís a feeling of but one.
one I have not yet found.

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