Sad Tales for a Somber Night
Two lovers embrace, however the outward show of affection goes unnoticed to those around them. A small women of little means, sobs uncontrollably on the park bench; the sadness draws those near to take notice and question that which captured their attention. What power is this thing called sadness? The joy of viewing the embrace of love, should be that which captivates us; hold us to view that moment and reflect on the warmth and closeness. And yet the sadness on the park bench becomes the theater in which we take a seat and view the drama before us. Death which we fear and abhor, holds our attention. Loneliness takes our hand, sadness sits on our shoulder with its pail of painful memories, to sprinkle them into our eyes, for the tears to be released. I have attempted to capture the inner feeling of these emotions and relayed them in verse. Attempting to avoid the things that we may not understand, serves no purpose; to cope with them and still press forward is the key. If you wish laughter, look elsewhere; a reflection of life is what is found in the pages of this book.
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