The liquid begins to drip
as the creature readjusts its grip
the flow an outpour
of blood and more
bile, and tears
from all the days over the years
a heavily weighted mixture of happiness and sadness
all of it had driven the heart within madness
as if the heart could cry
thump thump with each beat the creatures claws pry
shredding it open
a gush and a life stolen
sadness an escort
the allure of a long rest doesn’t hurt
because sadness elegant cousin happy
is impossible to claim when lounging in a canopy
especially after long nights drinking with gloom
taking a leap feels improbable when it comes to out smarting doom
so instead we fester within the clutches of the temptress sadness
because they promise us rest and solitude when the light goes out and were surrounded by darkness
as happy pushes us out of the holes we make ourselves
forcing us to dust off our shelves
and exit our self-indulged interior
to smile, laugh and acknowledge the world exterior.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 