My sadness is made from-

the crying sound of a baby,

the sky with no colour, 

birds falling to the ground

and no one comes to my 10th birthday

I found it-

 Trapped in me,

 Wrap it inside a bitten apple,

 Crumpled it in paper at the side of the road,

Where it was eaten by a toad

This sadness can –

   Make people cry,

It can be kept,

in an empty palm,

Crush the world,

And break apart Mount Vesuvius,

Till it is dust,

And kept in a jar safely

If I lost this sadness-

I would cry to tears,

Everyone would feel disappointed