I Read a Sad Comic Poem, by Beka Constant, at My poetic side

I read a sad comic today.

I’d seen it before.

I’d read it before.

It made me cry.

I knew it would.

It always does.

But I wanted to be sad.

I feel better when I’m sad.

I don’t want to be happy.

Happy doesn’t last.

Happy gets nothing.

Happy isn’t honest.

I don’t want to be scared.

Fear freezes you.

Fear controls you.

Fear likes to lie.

I don’t want to be angry.

Anger is quick.

Anger is hot.

Anger makes mistakes.

I don’t mind being said.

Sad is honest.

Sad is truthful.

Sad doesn’t make mistakes.

Does it?

Comments +

Jerry Wayne Lawrence August 28th, 2023 01:18
Well Done, Friend & Fellow Poet. BRAVO! I Remember 2 Comic Books N Particular That Touched Me As Deep (Yeah, I Know The Feeling).
L. B. Mek August 28th, 2023 04:47
these thoughts, i too recognise
dulled voices, breaking through
demanding we face
that which we constantly try and keep
repressed,
there is meaning in our survival fight
our footprints of strife
won't necessarily get to decide
our life's full story...
we must prevail, one sad comic
of reality's absurd, at a time!
(thanks for sharing, dear poet)

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I Read a Sad Comic