Sadness walks upright. <br />She is heated, <br />flushed with the searing fire <br />of emotional pain. <br /> <br />She is a paradox. <br />She can laugh and play <br />even as her heart <br />turns to ashes inside her breast. <br /> <br />When in company <br />Sadness will skip and make merry. <br />But when she is alone, <br />when the blood flows down her slender arm, <br />Sadness aches with loneliness. <br /> <br />For though she bears her soul <br />in masked verse and dismal jests <br />no one sees her true nature. <br /> <br />Sadness is alone.<br /><br />Meggan McGuire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sadness-walks-upright/
