Sadness Is Eternal by Mike Thomas
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Long ago I stared at my reflection,
Amazed by what I saw,
It was me! I could clearly see that.
I studied my face, slowly, carefully.
I studied my eyes, and looked deep within them.
I realized I could gaze deep into my very soul,
But I knew something was wrong.
 
I stared at my soul, it was unmistakenly mine,
And it was there, but something was missing.
A cold, bleak, spot which contained nothing. 
A flaw, like a chip in a smooth marble floor.
I learned to live with this emptiness,
Though I never fully understood it, 
Nor did I accept it.
I must suffer by it forever, I thought, 
This unfillable void.
I was wrong.
 
I realized that the first time I met you.
You were the one thing that could make me complete,
And take the pain away.
But alas, things were not meant to be,
And thus they never shall.
Perhaps I was not so wrong after all.
 
In tragic irony,
Seeing your beautiful face brings me great happiness,
But also, a great sadness,
A painful reminder of what I yearn for but shall never have.
And so I must remain hollow,
A meager shell of a human being,
With nothing but emptiness and despair within,
And my life, and the infinity beyond,
Shall play out,
With one grim message playing louder than the rest,
Sadness Is Eternal.