The Melancholy of Me, Part 1…
My life…
an ordinary life
a minor chord,
always
plucked and thrummed
out of tune
strung tension
so taut,
strange hand strumming
but it’s not
mine…
always strangers…
I stand
unmoving
all alone
in a sea of faces
in an ocean of voices,
oblivious
emotions overwhelm
not caring
as time passes,
history unfolds
awake
unsleeping, eyes opened
day…hour…minute
the shadows lengthening,
my life
waning away
wasted…
Age
the game that time plays
scars left behind
spirit fragmented
a blemish
forever…
My broken heart
a tainted soul,
desolation
that fate abandons
forsaken…
yet
dare I to dream
anymore…?
If you like this post, why not read these other stories as well. They 're randomly generated though :)
- The gift of the soul
- Sunday Scribblings: I get that sinking feeling…
- Poetry Thursday - Let Us Sleep Now
- A Birthday Poem for Marzie
- confront your fear…
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