There's certain sadness That unfolds and creeps out Filling me like an unwelcome feast. Stomach bloated with doubt. Eyes cast down with doubt. Heart stoned by doubt. Fear frothing up and over Seeps out In caustic spills. There's certain sadness Without origin; No root No source or spring. There's certain sadness No comfort can comfort: No hand-- No embrace-- No news-- No seeming span of time. There's certain sorrow A whining fiddle cannot mimic. Mournful songs pour whiskey But flow like water, Roll over but do not cleanse Pour into But do not satiate, my soul. Copyright © 2013. Carrie Ellen Campbell. All Rights Reserved. http://carriellencampbell.blogspot.com . Please respect Carrie's intellectual property. Sharing blog posts is permitted, but no part of this material may be copied, downloaded, reproduced, or printed without express written consent. Contact Carrie at: carrieellencampbell@icloud.com.
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