I look out of the window,
I see the clouds race each other,
The birds too fly high; their wings, a constant flutter,
Everything has a goal, everyone has a purpose,
All, except my life, has seem to come to a halt unlike another...
That autumn, around the same time,
I was so opposite of who I currently am,
Then too I used to watch the clouds race fast and birds fly,
But, then, I had your arms wrapped around, sharing those delights together...
This autumn, my life has come to a complete standstill,
To celebrate anything like before, I no longer possess a will,
Nothing holds my interest or distract me from the loneliness,
Nothing or no one can replace the empty void you've left me with...
...aloneness, heartache, depression are truly felt in this poem.
ReplyDeleteSad you feel like this...part of life's journey for many of us. Even though we are strangers and will never meet at least we poet can comfort each other in words and verse Chin up sweetie !
ReplyDeleteI feel the weight in your poem of your loss, of heartache and loneliness. A very valid feeling and I hope these heavy curtains of mist disappear soon
ReplyDeleteI understand your pain, I suspect many others may as well. You have composed a beautifully poignant poem ... and I send love, healing energy your way today.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I have much fellow-feeling here! Except, it is the advent of Spring which is my sad anniversary ... same time of year as yours, though, being as I'm in the Southern Hemisphere. I like the way you write of it, both beautiful and straightforward.
ReplyDeleteYou have described your feelings with much insight and understanding - a thoughtful poem - Jae
ReplyDelete"I was so opposite..." is a heavy thought-provoking line for me. Nice write.
ReplyDeleteSo much can change in our lives from one year to the next. The world turns topsy-turvy and we do feel "different", or "opposite" as you quite rightly say. I enjoyed this poignant poem.
ReplyDeleteLife will have its hurts and sobs. Mine did for three years until I was rescued. Been married 52 years this time. Sobs are gone, hurts are still there but mostly forgotten.
ReplyDeleteIt's odd how a year can seem like a whole lifetime ago. I hope for a gentle winter and a spring filled with warmth for you.
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