Like Water on a Cloth

Sadness is
Anger
But
You can't
Contain it
Or
Control it;
Can't
Use it to
Learn from.
Nothing
Comes from
Sadness.
It leaks out,
Spreading,
From you
And into
Your mother
And father
And brother
And sister
And it drips
Through the world
With
Nothing to
Slow it.
Like water
On a cloth,
It leaches on
And stretches
Its tendrils
Across the length.
Unlike water,
It never stops,
Never slows,
Never reaches
The hem,
Never dries out,
Never loses speed.
Just keeps
On
Going.