Unending Absence: Incurable Sadness

Sadness is an incurable affair

Obstinate, twisted, conceited

It runs through my veins in dark color

Staining each part of me with your absence

I feel terrified of the man

Who stares at me in the mirror

His loneliness is too much of a dark humor

I laugh unceasingly with heavy heavy heart

I paint myself on the stone wall

But I bleed from the stone as well

I collect my tears from there

To water a wilted rose in my book

My love,

The roots of your absence run too deep

Such knowledge is impossible to contain