The Sadness


The sadness--it's like a tide.
It approaches, lingers, then recedes,
Bound to its pelagic dungeon.

Yet as soon as you feel that it's gone,
It slowly creeps out of the ocean
And crawls along the battered sand:

Bound to your equanimity.

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