Leave me to sadness for a little while

There’s truth in anger,
In anguished frustration
In the noise of constricted sighs

In a face contorted,
wrinkled nose, furled brow,
eyes shut squeezing tears,
Teeth bared and lungs, larynx, soul,
fighting at once to close and explode.

There’s deep breaths,
There’s calm,
There’s peaceful thoughts and
pleasing pictures,
Soothing voices, mellow music;
There’s fun and ease and reason.

But some things are only understood
By a curled, straining, choking chest,
growling groans and spitting sobs;
By a dark, appalled, confounded mind,
indignant, hating, contradicting,
Fighting itself and deploring the world.

Cheering up is a gruesome thought.

Good feelings threaten
to cloud my reflection
And tear me away
from sorrow’s Sages.

October 3, 2010