The Sadness Cafe

what if sadness was a cafeteria?

You open the doors,if courageous,
you can see what's inside
and if you don't leave, you might
find a place your hope to hide.
In "the sadness cafe".

Come drink with me,
a cup of sorrow, along with some
of this specialty called faith
while looking there at the handsome
man, in "the sadness cafe".

It is only Art and Poetry, them two
dancers in this cafeteria, who will
treat you nicely and make you enjoy
being there, eating, drinking, till
you leave "the sadness cafe".

And, guess what. I am the manager
in this cafe where sadness lingers.
It's name goes after my bride's
whose lips I grope with my fingers,
and I write what she expresses.

Author's Note

imagine going there... I hope you'll never do.

Reviews

[ErosNthanatos]

I'll take the chair by the corner window. See the peeking sun rays from the other side and yet I feel the rain here inside. Let me have a piece of your sweet nothing's and a cup of your bittersweet concoction. Make it strong, make it potent as I bathe my toungue with your flavorful sorrow. A subtle hint of honey from the better days, so little, like this honey in my cup.

I love this, my favorite so far

[Lupus Kaos]

Thank you very much. I really love this poem.

[Chris]

Very, very taut

[Pax]

wow, i thought its about writers cafe...lol..
is there any contentment or happiness cafe out there..?
i think there is... in our life we pass this cafe and we go to anther cafe for another shot of second chance to live again, love again, be happy again.. there are too many stores out there to go... just go slowly one by one to know which fits to your taste in life and heal your broken world... Brilliant my friend...