There is a type of sadness

There is a type of sadness

That you hug to yourself

A worldly blue

Muting everything within

And without

And all yellow looks a saline

Salt sipping

Waters that flow through

As we drift along

Waiting for the day

When things get better

Sitting still

And seeking comfort

In the curled

And the stillness

Looking for peace

Through lack of movement

Waiting

Waiting for the day