Sadness.
It comes.
It swoops down.
Its beady eyes focus,
Seeing a prey, it lunges.
Vulnerable.
Poor soul.
Battered by life
And its unrelenting blows.
It falls to the earth.
Inevitable.
Sadness comes.
Piece by piece
From my very bones
It tears the happiness completely.
Pain.
Excruciating torture.
A gaping hole
Where my heart lies.
Torn apart by its claws.
Flight.
Sadness left,
Never looked back.
I am all alone.
Weeping, I am dying inside.
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Ms. Olojan is a literature senior at the University of Southeastern Philippines.