I have been walking inside of my mind
Visiting all the places that bring me sorrow
I don’t know what will be tomorrow
I know I’m not one of a kind
A door has been left opened wide
With my pain rushing through like a river
I am left alone, standing in its meander
Unable to move, unable to decide
I wish I could say all the words that you inspire
I wish I could leave and never look behind me
I am caught in a no man’s land indefinitely
Between the strength of my will and my heart’s desire
All the tears imprisoned in me like in a fortress
I live every day torn and every day is a torment
I could never tell you how I feel even if I did want
I can’t cry and I try to hide from you my sadness
If you read this whenever you are not otherwise busy
Even if I never say it out loud even if I never whisper
Know that with all my heart I will love you forever
And until my last breath, my soul will be yours truly
The first two standards are totally different from the last three.
The only thing linking the two is the mood. Sombre and sad.
@kaycee is it standard again ni? Thought it’s stanza na! :s
@kaycee, thanks for reading.My mind was probably drifting. Somber is the mood I am in when I write poetry unless I am writing for a contest.When I am happy, I write stories.
Nice. You’ll agree with me then when I say poets are lonely folks.
Thanks @ohmston! I totally agree with you.It does get lonely indeed.
I relate to it very. Maybe because I just became Guido Contini and Salvatore Di Vita, looool.
@ohmston make that most artists, not just poets. Getting lost from time to time is always the worst part of the arts… Finding yourself again, that’s the best part.
Well done Jef.
Thanks @jaywriter!
This is something that people who are depressed should read… Happy people shouldn’t read it, it’ll drain them emotional…
That goes to show you just how good this is. Well done.
Thank you so much @daireenonline!