Sadness Is

If you could draw sadness, what would it look like;

Would it be a colour, such as red or just black.

Would it be a razor-sharp blade like the one still in my back.

Perhaps just a tear would be all that it took,

Perhaps just a whisper,

Perhaps just a look.

Could you taste it, smell it, or hold it in your hand;

Or would it fall through your fingers like the finest grains of sand.

Sadness at first does seem so harmless,

All the better to disarm us.

So if you wish your soul to keep

Hold onto it tightly, for -

Sadness Runs Deep.