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Sadness

I am

the sleet slithering slowly

down a dirty window pane.

 

I am

a discarded packet of crisps

mournfully blowing

across an empty country road.

 

I am

a lost, shivering puppy

with nowhere left to turn.


I’m a downhearted donkey, 

tramping through dirt;

I’m a child being bullied,

the pain and the hurt.

 

I am

a river that has run dry;

an ocean full of oil;

a polar bear stranded on a lonely ice floe.

I am Sadness.

(published in I Am)

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