Tag: sadness

Flight Of No Return

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I’m sick and tired of feeling sad,
Find random meds that can be had
To get rid of this sordid pain,
To end feeling it like this again.

Maybe cut veins and watch them bleed,
Though would one pain make the other recede?
Why does a face still hold power in me:
Undying love abating futility?

I’ve no need to look on life and smile
It long since had ceased to beguile.
It’s not even passion that boasts a loss –
It’s intimacy, hanging from some cross.
After an age-old, bitter longing for it,
To have it shredded bit by bit.

Shame and embarrassment soon follow
And form such bitter cum to swallow.
It makes me sick.

And covid is scary!
Being more alone makes me more than wary!

I have nothing left, not even my pride;
It seems to have gone for a long ride:
A flight, into another galaxy of stars,
With all of love, hope and their bars.

Fresh out of relationships, I burn;
And no longer wait for their return.

“As the Sun Wakes”

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As the sun wakes,
Thunder and lightning
Blanket his face
And shut his shining.

Might as well!
This day will be the same:
Where I suffer our love –
And you forget my name.

So Be It

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I wonder how have you moved on so fast,
Like no love ever links you to the past?
I wonder about those long talks we had:
Some that were happy and some that were sad.
All those tender moments we shared in time:
Some that became yours, those that remain mine:
Chocolates and roses, gifts of feeling,
And quarrels that led to tears and healing.
Yes, I did want much more than what you gave,
In a lifetime of loss, I wanted to save
You and I, from the manacles of fate
Standing right around our home’s very gate.
Some say the depression I now face
Is because I choose to give suffering space;
But my love remains for eternity –
Even if you wish to have no more of me.
Maybe the world beyond now holds more appeal:
Being woke and savage bestows a zeal
That old fashioned emotion fails to match –
And all that you choose to do is detach.


So be it. Forget me now. Forget it all.
Leave what you believe is a thrall.
Run through society and her glamour.
In time, you will learn to berate and damn her.
I’ve been through an understanding of loss,
I’ve suffered wrong upon life’s turn and toss.
I tried. Oh, how I tried to make you see!
I wished to save you from what was wrought on me.
But I failed. Maybe trying was wrong to do –
Much like me going on loving you.
Forget me, as you think it’s all your choice.
Pour the wine, rebel, revel and rejoice.
But heed the ticking clock of Father Time;
Lest years from now, as you sit down to dine,
And see a movie that we held hands through,
You realise just what I was for you.