Sadness is a drug I can’t quit.
It is not like hallucinogens,
heroine, or weed-
they are false hope in a bottle,
designed to keep us from grievance
they don’t last very long,
in the end we pummeled towards that black hole anyways.
But sadness, I trust it.
I cry for as long as it allows me to,
I grief for my loss, I burn my eyes dry
There is a certain comfort in this freedom.
I don’t need a shoulder to lean on.
It keeps me in check with reality.
But sometimes, I wonder,
Am I facing reality,
or am I just
an addict?
Obviously Grace 