Pure Forms Of Sadness

Succinct and poignant areas of intellect intent on thinking of death and dying this very moment, bring- ing feelings and emotions into the thick of things. Everything written can then be felt by those who read this poem, intense sorrow filling me like air being blown into a balloon. Not really touching my being, yet filling feelings and emotions so fully and completely that I can feel the loneliness and emptiness acutely. Feeling it's pain touching mind and heart exquisitely, yet painfully, realizing that an intense sadness is the product of once intense joy and happiness. It was once celebrated fully as an event was happening in my life, now feeling intensity of it's loss gnawing at my interior spirit. Allowing me to feel the sadness in a pure form, so as to recognize that it's coming from a past joy and how intensely I am missing it in my life these days.