sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Atlas of the Unchosen
There are places that smell like burned time and wet wallpaper. Nothing ever happens but everything feels halfway done. Doors lead to attics full of sighs. The carpet remembers arguments. These poems are souvenirs from lives that almost happened. A kiss that flinched. A name someone almost said. It’s clutter. Leftovers from a future nobody picked. The lights buzz. The house breathes. No one moves but nothing sits still. This is where the unchosen pile up and hum.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
