Short Sadness Poems Novels & Stories

I feel what she feels. Sorrow.

I don't even remember doing any of this, I am totally blacked out. Have you ever been so hurt that it almost feel like the sadness is about to burst out of your body? Like your veins are going to explode. That the pain won't ever leave you, it will be with you always, like a fucking shadow following you around . My whole body feels heavy, too heavy for me to carry it. Images of kayden occupied my mind, he's laughing, joking, playing around, singing out of tune on purpose, dancing like a chicken, filming something, taking pictures, Kayden leaving, me finding him, him crying his eyes out, Kayden, Kay , Kay.

I didn’t say anything that amusing. “You are million years young to care for me.” She said after she stopped herself. “There is no to feel sad,” I said again after a while. She raised her one eyebrow in amusement. “You and Moona and Reed. You have similar sadness. But you have different sadness than them. it’s like you are a cold spot in the room. I can shout at him or tease him and get a reaction that let me know that he is still there.” I sit straight now and look straight in her old eyes. “But your sadness is like icy well. Its bottomless and swallows up your voice and everything you try to drop into it.” I said and even I was surprised from myself.

I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos. "I'm sorry but I couldn't get what you mean. I don't know what you are saying, kid. go home!" She said and to get her interest I recited the poem in front of her. "My love he was gone, But my heart still belongs to him, And he was my only happiness. He was somewhere in another world now, But my heart still hears his heart, I could feel every beat of it, And it was a pain, For our souls belongs to a different world!" I spoke loud and clear as I tried to examine her again, she was tight-lipped and began to burst out tears, unexpectedly.

Don't know between near and far, which side is luckier. Sadness is like a greenhouse that has quietly closed around the Earth, then does nothing but watch humanity suck up the remaining oxygen, and then die in the increasing temperature and the toxic gases they release themselves. out. Flare-up. Frustrated. Suffocating. Shut up. People cried out in agony, people tried to break down the door with all their might, but the more they exerted, the more they lost their strength and the faster the air was exhausted. People eventually give up, or don't have the strength to continue. But giving up does not mean that death comes to them less painful. The Earth has become a mass grave, and sadness is a

The next day, The morning unfurled its light, yet its embrace felt cold and distant, a reflection of the melancholy that enveloped my being. Every moment carried the weight of unspoken sorrows, dragging me deeper into a sea of muted emotions. I couldn't take another morning without her beside me. The world outside moved in a somber dance, its colors dulled by the shadow of my desolation. Even the gentle rustle of leaves seemed to whisper tales of sadness, echoing the ache that resided within.

Searching for answers became a journey through not just the current sadness but also the haunting memories of a life destined to be entangled with sorrow. In that poignant moment, a wave of longing swept over me, and for the first time in my entire life, I found myself missing my father. His reassuring presence, the solace he brought during moments of sadness, lingered as a distant echo. I reminisced about the times he had a unique way of comforting me, dispelling any despair that clouded my heart.

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

I spoke to the night wind, Asking the darkness, Why is this love unable to Penetrate the invisible boundaries? In the suffocating silence, I fall silent in memory, Your face, your smile, floats, As if far away at the end of the sky. This love, which once felt real, Is now just a faint shadow, Buried in the heart, Unrequited, unrevealed, unforgettable. In this sadness, I learn, accept the bitter truth, that not all love finds its way,