Sad Is

Harriet Rose

Sad is,

Sad is cups of cold coffee abandoned

and books with their spines broken

and nests left by the mother bird

and you, you sitting by a rain beaten window

reading books with their spines broken

and your coffee going cold beside you.

 

Sad is,

Sad is the small child’s face when he hears he has lost

his father to an unlawful police man

and the joy when the police man’s wife hears that her hero has

caught a ‘criminal’

and the dog in the shelter that will never get adopted because

she is not your kind of beautiful.

 

Sad is,

Sad is that the girl that has learnt how to throw up her meals

and the parents that feel helpless while their son is destroying himself.

 

Sad is,

Sad is the romanticization of mental illness that is crushing and

damaging young souls that read the things they shouldn't while stressed

and the ache in my chest that is begging me to die.

 

Sad is that society doesn’t understand how many people are losing their lives

to the war of the mind.

  • Author: Harriet Rose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2016 07:52
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 34
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Comments4

  • Tony36

    Wonderful write

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks you HARRIET ~ In some ways we do live in a SAD SAD SAD World because so many people only care for themselves and not even their neighbours never mind the millions dying od malnutrition every day in the Developing World. I felt OBAMA was trying to make USA Society more caring and sharing but TRUMP seems to be in favour of a very ME ME ME ME Society and send the Hispanics over the Wall ~ Afro Americans back to Liberia and Ladies sitting in shop windows (like in Amsterdam) waiting to be TRUMPED ! It is indeed a SAD SAD SAD SAD WORLD. Thanks for sharing ~ HUGS ~ BRIAN

  • P.H.Rose

    Liked this very much...

  • Augustus

    Family dynamics are complicated and confusing. Hugs.



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