Sadness Poem by Ibn Ali

Sadness
Sometimes it's vague
Like a face you know but can't quiet place the name
Then again an intimate friend
That descends on my sobriety with indifference
I've covered vast amounts of ground when staring out
An abattoir for my good spirits
They ask what's wrong
I reply poiltely
Smile slightly
Just so the inquisition stops
I see that you're sincere
And I want to tell you much
But if I told you then you'd leave me here
Alone
Please, write for me a letter
Address it to myself
Write every bid thing about me, that you feel I possess
Something that I could read
When I've reached my ocean's depth