Sadomasochism

I had been in a frenzy from July (it seemed to reach a crescendo on 29th, 30th) to August (11th was the final day) and then I fell fell fell into the abyss of depression again. How cruel that nothing would last. Yet sadness goes far with us. Hmmm... Here's a poem.

Sadomasochism

Sadness is a shapeshifter that comes not in one guise.
Sometimes it takes the shape of the past or lost words
that came from a mouth
hurtful, sorrowful, lonely words
and at times it takes the shape of you or me
or both
just to make the effect complete.

4:55 a.m.
11 th August, 2004