sadness

Where does it come from?

Left me with no power at all

My hands are dull 

My mind hugely tumult.

I don't want it
My mind wanders
In the deep seas and
over the mountains
Searching for the the sphere
In which It can be merry,
But, how can it be merry
When you are not here at all.

My heart skips beats
It tells me it doesn't want to beat.
It says it is now fatigued,
With beating alone.
It says it needed someone,
To give it the warmth it needed.