To emotion that turns full circle
when something pinches at its core

The fog yonder encloses
The serene scene high above
Like a closed arena suffocating
I seem to have no escape unto
For my emotions somersault
Into nothingness as I stare
For I am shortly to be it seems
To be seen bidding adieu for keeps

My inner urges spite my present state
Wrenching my very core hallucinating
Its existence without sleep that lulls
Peace eluding my calm exterior

Author’s Comments:
“Sadness too is a form of expression”