Breaking Up

All clouds have a silver lining..
And all silver linings cast dark shadows..
You say,
"No one knows what its like to be the bad man,
To be the sad man"..
And yet..
Even without blue eyes I know the feeling.

Is sadness just a part of life,
Or vice versa?
The first thought brings me hope,
The second despair.

What separates us from the blind?
The lack of light?
Or the superfluity of it?

Bloodshed on fields of battle,
Agony unfolding..
And yet the blood seeps through
The mud
And new grass grows on old soil.

What separates me from my beloved?
The lack of it?
Or the superfluity..