Sad Is

A poem of things i think are sad.

Sad is,

Sad is cups of cold coffee abandoned

and books with their spines broken

and nests left by the mother bird

and you, you sitting by a rain beaten window

reading books with their spines broken

and your coffee going cold beside you.

Sad is,

Sad is the small child’s face when he hears he has lost

his father to an unlawful police man

and the joy when the police man’s wife hears that her hero has

caught a ‘criminal’

and the dog in the shelter that will never get adopted because

she not your kind of beautiful.

Sad is,

Sad is that the girl that has learnt how to throw up her meals

and the parents that feel helpless while their son is destroying himself.

Sad is,

Sad is the romanticization of mental illness that is crushing and

damaging young souls that read the things they shouldn't while stressed

and the ache in my chest that is begging me to die.

Sad is that society doesn’t understand how many people are losing their lives

to the war of the mind.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Harriet! :)
I really enjoyed this poem. It is sad.

[brook]

amazing poem Harriet rose

[Neville]

Well, well, well Harriet Rose, I dont know why I am the first to comment on this write of yours. In my book at least, you seem to have captured something just a little bit special in these words. Furthermore, each example you draw attention to will almost surely resonate within each reader....Write on HR. All Good Things, N