Legacy of Sadness
Apr. 20th, 2025 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raileusIf my sorrow could be contained, what would it's cylinder be?
A cup of tears?
A bucket of despair?
A pool of melancholy?
Perhaps it cannot be contained nor counted, perhaps it is as vast as the desert, or as deep as the sea.
As many as the rocks of this earth,
or as overwhelming as the hight of the tallest trees.
And yet for all of its grandeur, it exists in me; a small meek being of no significance.
And it; this everlasting thing that I doubt will die, even when I am gone.
A cup of tears?
A bucket of despair?
A pool of melancholy?
Perhaps it cannot be contained nor counted, perhaps it is as vast as the desert, or as deep as the sea.
As many as the rocks of this earth,
or as overwhelming as the hight of the tallest trees.
And yet for all of its grandeur, it exists in me; a small meek being of no significance.
And it; this everlasting thing that I doubt will die, even when I am gone.
