Sadness rolls through my life
a slow pestilence through once fertile lands
no cure in sight and no breakthrough researches planned
Tears track after . occasional rivers in spate
through a desert devoid of life
they flow briefly before sinking in sameness
This leprous state holds thrall with numbness
no interlopers desires to ease this tortured psyche
ravaged once raw . now severed
Ending . the tears dry . sadness runs it's endemic course
all colour drains away to greyness
an automaton remains in a twilight world
Sadness rolls on to new pastures
and the farmer turns his fields to fallow
and drowns his stock in the dip-tanks.