The Paradox of Abandonment

Of all things and feelings, my only constant is leaving

Of all words, play and art, my favorite is you, a pointed dart

The horizon merges into the zenith, the waves of time flips it all beneath

The sun glitters with dust gold, days are lingering and nights cold

A strong sense of solitude and sadness, a glorified collection of misery and madness

My words, my ache, you don’t understand, no blames, you are so programmed

Have you ever seen a one-legged dog? how it fetches the no-bone-log

A scare-crow, just standing in a corn-field, waiting to do, guarding the seeds

A strong sense of make-believe, a hollow sensation of relief

Now only comfort I seek, with poise and posture of a freak!

— Diary of constant Saudade