Me, sadness and the Hole

Sadness is not a strange to me.

I have been in a dark hole with it.

Talking, chilling and trying to make sense of it.

Sometimes it feels like it takes you deeper in the hole.

Its grip is so strong that sometimes it’s difficult to escape.

Though most times I wear my mask called smile and put on my fancy garment called


Yet I know when I come home sadness is waiting.

By oliscosunset

I am but a creative mind trying to explore my talent. The world we live in is made for all but yet is unique to you. Am but a single soul yet my hart cries out like soldiers in the battle field.
Welcome to my blog.

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