Angel Of Sadness

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This time sadness was not brought on by season.

Angel Of Sadness

I find myself mentally detached

from the world.

There is a distance vague and


much like the one between you

and I.

Hollow thoughts rule my mind.

Empty emotions invade my

soul, leaving specks of dark and


To whom do I owe this sadness;

the incapability to maintain a smile

in my dark heart?

The sun shines bright outside.

The heat of the season knows

nothing of my misery.

Yet it surrounds me in

warmth asking for me to remember.

Its nemesis is mine too, cold

and unforgiving;

dry and lifeless.

I wish not for this distance

but bothered greatly by its existence.

Unpleasant thoughts come to me.

They are of deceit and distrust;

dishonor and lust.

Where’s the switch that controls

the light?

If I found it would it heal me?

I smiled today.

It was sincere but short-lived.

The detachment holds me down,

though I struggle and fight.

One second is better than none.

Angel of sadness, spare me your embrace!

I await tomorrow and the

distance’s wrath.

I have no weapons of my own;

I wasn’t prepared for this.

All I can do is wait and hope that

with a new day comes the bridge

that’ll mend our disconnection.

Submitted: June 29, 2007

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Sam Zadgan

very well written it very much. you portray your feeling very clearly.

I love the term "Angel of Sadness"...very clever.

take care,

Fri, June 29th, 2007 2:55pm


Thankyou very much! This one was definitely written with feeling. :)

Fri, June 29th, 2007 11:17pm


A sullen displacement.
A sweet sadness.
Disconnected, detatched.
You're longing for something?
Very good poem.
It turns the gears of contemplation.

Sat, June 30th, 2007 1:55am


Yep; you guessed it. Thankyou for reading and especially commenting. :)

Fri, June 29th, 2007 11:19pm


A really great poem, can feal the longing for understanding.

Sat, June 30th, 2007 6:51pm


I'm so glad to hear the feeling was in this poem. Thankyou :)

Sat, June 30th, 2007 10:25pm

Mr V Darkling

Sarrow is a a driving emotion, it enspires great works of art. In the sarrow, one will often find the most beautiful things. It is sad that you feel these things, however, the words you create are beautiful in the sarrow of which you write.

A very god poem.

Sun, July 1st, 2007 1:28am


I agree; very driving emotion. Thankyou!!

Sat, June 30th, 2007 10:26pm

Mind Sight

Great work. It was very interesting and well written. I wish you well and God Bless. Lisa

Tue, November 6th, 2007 4:08am


Thankyou :)

Tue, November 6th, 2007 1:37pm

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