Sadness

A state of mind some may call,
Or a part of life’s rise and fall.
In everyones life it may come,
And upset the wind or darken the sun.
In so many ways it is seen,
Seems life then looses its sheen.
Everyone falls into its gaping hole,
But rise out with a replenished soul.
A new feeling arises when one comes out,
Like the start of a flood at the end of a drought.
Some at the time may lose the will to live,
But the experience has so much to give.
Sadness it is you i talk about,
The immortal pain, the endless drought . . .