Rainy Day

5 senses of sadness. Please read and comment
Sadness is a deep, dangerous black.
As your heart starts to beat, you hear it crack.
As you lick your lips, you can taste the blood.
When you breathe in, you can smell the mud.
It looks like a cloud of fog on a rainy day.
And you don't feel like talking because you have nothing to say.

By Kelsey Bertuleit
Published: 6/16/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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