The Blackest Cloud

Sadness, is such as a cloud,
Gray and dull, lingering in the sky.
Longing for a purpose, wanting to be found,
A dark suited man, a black colored tie.

Sadness is in all of us, waiting among the white,
A single standout, outsider, in a sky of bight.
Shifting through the crowd, effortlessly dragging,
Pouring down on other, definitely saddening.

Catching on a host,some more dead weight,
Creating mixed emotions, grief, anger, hate.
Rising from the hidden, dark cloud overhead,
Unknown misery you cannot leave, not until its fled.

Friend come and go, leaving you behind,
Just outside the gate, the entrance to the shrine.
The rusty doors unlatch, letting you inside,
But what you find is misery, a garden full of lies.

You try to help, from the things you've seen,
Nothing more than a wave, ignored unkeen.
You want it to stop, not let it spread,
But no one can escape, the blackest cloud's dread.