I met my sadness while walking
It had overheard me talking
And, impolitely, interrupted,
And gloriously corrupted,
My thoughts, my mind, my life.

Incessant, my sadness chanted,
Stories I’d not taken for granted,
But held, commitment of the married
Where in my heart I carried,
This sadness like a wife.

Partners? Companions ? Loathed.
In the mirror, fully clothed,
Sadness looks over my shoulder,
Laughing as I get older
And sharpened like a knife.

I said to sadness, “leave me now,”
Sadness asked, “leave you? How?”
“You sit on the brink of quiet,
At a moment turn to riot,
From calmness then unto strife”.

Sadness seldom goes on leave,
Just time enough to bereave
Just time to savour gladness
A short break from the madness
And the chaos running rife.