Sadness

Temporal.
Why is everything so?
Why is everything temporary?
Why is there not something which can be permanent?
I did say those words.
Uttered that prayer.
Granted in a way I couldn't imagine.
A mere temporary cure.
Why is it that so?
Do you smite them so much?
I cannot do anything, I admitted that.
My words are no longer enough.
My words were never good enough.
But this temporary relief,
May be much more painful later on.
Like taking painkillers.
It erases the pain momentarily,
And when it comes back,
It is devastating.
I am sad.
Yet I am thankful.
Yet still sorrow envelopes me.
The truth still evades me.
For I am not that which is all knowing.
I am not that which is almighty.
I know only what was taught to me.
I am sad. For what I know is not enough.
Truly though, I am grateful.
But this bitterness isn't going to disappear...

40 All in One

Where there will be pain,
Where it always rains.
Where there is no warmth,
Where it sings sad songs.

A sorrowful melody,
A slow lullaby.
The search for a remedy,
That one cannot find.

Can which that is not an illness,
be cured with medicine?
Can which that is not suffering,
be saved through happiness?

A heart,
A dream,
Can the same cure be used,
On every illness?