Sadness Peaks

Sadness peaks out with lonely eyes,
Looks at dirty clothes in destitute piles,
Greasy walls with cracked wallpaper,
Only one to blame, none to cater.

For conscientious he was not,
He had all but forgot,
That his life was in his own hands,
But a lingering sadness you couldn't understand.

Gripped since youth, after a meager attempt,
To woo a woman, of whom he had dreamt,
On that fateful day, like Jesus he wept,
An eternal sadness, he has since kept.

He nurtures it from time to time,
He crushes it with all his might,
He torments it with hateful spite,
Yet all that remains, are those sad, lonely eyes.

~L.S. Thomas

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