Misunderstood

I write in a genre

Oft misunderstood

Misunderstood

each feeling, a fruit
with a seed hidden

each feeling, a clay
eager to be shaped

Our Age

Age of technology
In my head prehistoric
Grappling with values
Yet unmeasured

Sadness.

Sadness is just a little
crack in my life, that
i fall into every now and then.
Clumsy, sickening, unstable.
Unaware and tied to this
invisible rope that pulls me
deeper as i fall, each time
i fall. Misunderstood, as
if i was pushed into it.