(Dedication: 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
I seem to have no escape
For my emotions somersault
Into nothingness as I stare
For I am shortly to be it seems
Bidding adieu for keeps
My inner urges spite my present state
Wrenching at my very core
Its existence without sleep that lulls
Peace eluding my calm exterior

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