Sadness falls
like a dark curtain blocking out the light
The ache spreads like a brush fire
consuming, ravaging everything in it’s path
Unstoppable
until the winds changes
or there is nothing left to burn
and it smolders white hot ash
and then dies
for lack of fuel
leaving behind blackened earth
and a hole where once was life
now deadened air.
Tamara Mendelson
