Senses of Sadness.
I hear the buzzing of a city,
Behind the blasting of depressing music.
I see city full of life,
Behind the curtains of sadness.
I sense the breeze on my face,
Behind the shield that hides me.
I feel the flowers in my hands,
Behind the gloves that protect them.
I hear the laughter of children,
Behind the cry's of teens.
I see happy people,
Behind masks of stress and sadness.
I sense happiness,
Behind the sadness.
I feel a soothing touch,
Behind the painful world.