Even crows feel sadness. Sometimes, I see a lonely one on the wire, perhaps abandoned by the flock, trying to figure out the crow’s next flight—knowing we’ve all been there before. Here are some stories, poetry, and humor related to one of our major feeling states that most of us deny—sadness.
There’s nothing sadder than war:
Sad and weirdly humorous:
Distracting one’s self from unhappiness:
Sad is a woman’s tears:
Sad is the love a father never gave:
Eyes of the Moon
I walked out of class
the day she shunned me.
The pain was too much to bear.
Self-pity was my closest ally;
her new boyfriend was my adversary.
Maybe I wasn’t good enough
or too short. Perhaps my acne
was too slow to clear up.
I kept thinking that
I was never going to have good luck
with the women I chose.
She had eyes of the moon.
Hair as dark as a raven in the night.
I kept questioning myself.
Why did losing a love feel so bad?
Rejection hurts more than the truth.
If only I could see her again.
Maybe if I wait long enough,
she’ll knock on my door,
or perhaps she’ll send me a letter,
scented with her perfume.
I realize now she was an illusion.
A lovesick boy needed to create
a figment of imagination,
but the desire felt so right.
I could not change direction
whether I wanted to or not.
Some Things About the Crow—Mark Tulin
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Thank you, Barb Dalton, a fellow author at Medium.com, for your comment about my poem Street of Regret. “Hindsight is a wonderful thing: you are not the only one with regrets...the "if only's" and "why didn't I's". A thought-provoking poem, Mark."
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