Bad Feelings.

Sad feelings are like a dime a dozen....
Always, like a prescription, always filled.

Sad feelings do come and go...
To, happy feelings, slow the woe.

Sad times infest to a lot of people, in general...
A blanketed cover that enshrouds them all.

Sad feelings inherit the Earth...
Even, after death, before thy birth.

Depression blackens and darkens the soul...
Until at last, psychologically, we are renewed as whole.

poem by Michael Gale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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