Everything I used to touch
was touched with sadness

Everything I used to make
or say out loud
or joke about
was infused with sadness

A pathos to deepen all
a blackness 
to accentuate all light

Everything I hung
was waiting to be hanged
in every tale I spun
I was waiting to be hanged

Somehow the sadness 
magnified the bright moments
shifted perspective
brought my dark art to life

Everything I used to hold
was held as I was gripped
by my deep sadness

Artefacts now from another world
carried across the borders
of ancient space and time
tinged with all that passed over me

And coming back
the artefacts of the past
have one question to ask
repeatedly they ask

‘Why and how did you go on
why and for what did you hold on
held in your black sadness
held back by your blank sadness’

I think I liked it
I think I thought it was my destiny
I think I thought it rang true in me
at the cost, at the expense
of all else

I thought it was all that I deserved
how wrong I was...

(Nov, 2014)