Sadness is a hairline crack,
Eroding in the soul,
A tiny thought, a minor fact,
That grows into a hole.
It's seldom pressure from outside,
That forms this cavity.
More often, it's a force of pride,
Abutting destiny.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
