The Sense of Sadness

A poem on sadness, WIP

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I offered to contribute my poem to a book called Sadness and Us and am working on it. As the title suggests, it is to bring insights on sadness and how different people deal with it. No stranger to waves of melancholia, I’ve decided to share my own experience through poetry. It is still a work in progress, and I’d be happy to receive feedback on it.

The Senses of Sadness

Sadness looks like darkness beckoning,
and one finds itself unwittingly drawn in.
Sadness, the sound like howling winds on a cold winter night.
Haunting you with ghostly whispers,
taunting at your plight.
Sadness smells of the grave, sickening and pungent,
Nauseating and leaving you stricken in exhaustion.
Sadness, its taste like saltwater from crashing
waves that drown upon you.
You gasp for air, but it yanks you back by its own command.
Sadness, its touch like air
where you can’t grasp.
Yet its weight laden with sorrow,
leaving in you a sinking hollow.
Sadness, if I…