Quick Poem

Tonight I go to bed with sadness—she is here beside me… on my left side whispering truths, the truths that hurt and that few dare to pronounce.

Why This Sad Poem Feels So Personal

I admire her, The sad poemslowly transforms pain into confession. admire how she spits each word that falls to my soul—they fall like empty tombstones. It hurts but my eyes fill with admiration; I see how her cold mouth moves, how she reveals each fact, each instant that moved me, that configured my space and that they hid from me so I wouldn’t break.

But she, who sleeps beside me tonight, she—cold and red—knows well that I’m already broken, that there’s no need to lie anymore, that perhaps my only salvation is the truth.

The reality of tonight is that I’m sad and this is because you still walk in my thoughts.