Sadness is delivered in an envelope
I want to climb in, seal it
and post myself to a happier place.
To me a heart is shaped like a spade
I need to dig a hole deep enough
to lay down and dream.
Dream of winning this game,
to find a finish line
to see more than this expanse
of lost opportunities.
I want to discover a book
a tome of teachings
one that educates me to love myself
to achieve a degree of self-appreciation.
For now though I am enjoying my tears
because with just a few more
I will have a river, one I can float away on
or drown.
My biggest regret is I always find myself
every mirror, every pain of glass
reflects my loathing, hidden in an envelope
I can no longer reflect on misery.
