song of sadness

Song of sadness
Don’t ask me
Why do I write a song of sadness every day
When there is so much joy and hope around me all the way
How do I tell her
That like an imprisoned convict
Waiting to be hanged.
Every day that passed
Brought gallows closer
He did not fear the death
But he could not deny the
warmth of Proximity that he loved
what is more sad
waiting for the end
or fearing the beginning??