Sadness

I am that sadness 

Which falls 

As paltry vermilion 

When you pick it 

With your fingers. 

While falling, 

I look at you 

With a hope, 

But murdering 

My feelings, 

Your recalcitrant mood 

Ignores me. 

On the floor, 

I see you, 

I call you, 

But you don't listen, 

You don't listen. 

Yes, time comes 

With your consent, 

And feet trample me 

To start 

Their secret innings.