Mistress Sadness

Sadness is a merciless mistress,
Returning season upon season,
Unlocking doors with stolen keys,
Picking them one by one,
Returning the favour
Of beating her into flight
She comes home again,
New whips to lash at barely healed scars,
Tearing open
The vaults you tried to seal
And she forces you to crawl inside,
To kneel on battered floor boards,
Leafing through torn books and pages,
To search for the word to banish her again
For yet another season.