"The Sadness"

This world is full of sadness,
a constant truth I'm told;
For those who think this to be true,
can't grasp what others hold.
a faith so pure and never strays,
others call this narrow sight;
and they say they tell themselves these lies,
to get them through the night.
I for one cannot say,
what one can or cannot do;
for even if the faith is false,
it rids the pain from you.
so if you feel the blues again,
and wish it to not show;
or if you heart begins to ache,
and you want it to just go;
then find your faith or belief,
it can not do you wrong;
for those other people live their lives,
but their sadness is carried on.

----Brett----


I sent this poem into poetry.com when I was like 16. Although, I incorrectly submitted it as 'The Saddness.'

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