An overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over me today , as I lye under a colorless sky, my heart weeps causing waterfalls to paint streams of sorrow down my cheeks.As I was falling through the sky, the gentle wind spoke to me in a dream and I let it flow through the empty cracks left within my soul. I was a porcelain statue against cold cement ,a wild flower growing through the spaces between cluttered bricks, in that moment I felt like I was fading away like an old Polaroid disintegrating with every breathe I take. The world was a cemetery and I, a rose growing at its burial grave , giving my life to the lifeless and hoping for angels to wake.
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I think the melancholy that you expressed in this poem is universal in a way. Maybe in our really bad days, we are all reminded of our ephemeral existence. But at the same time , we are all here to celebrate the beauty that is life and we should be grateful for that !