I stop on this road, and take a good look around And freedom cannot be found I listen for the sounds of dying in the trees, For even majesty must fall to its knees Problems abound in this big and little town I wonder why I stay around Heartbreak times thrice By the worst of the mice And sometimes it would be nice If my heart really was ice. The silence is a double edged sword And most times it cannot be ignored Starts as a ringing then turns to a roar Till my heart is in shreds and I can’t take anymore Can’t escape this emptiness, The nothingness- This loneliness I can’t suppress, It has gotten the best…
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
I was just going thru a hard time, and this is my release. I like to think I have a way with words. Hope you like it...
You surely have a way with words, dear poetess, cause they touched my heart, which means you've driven home your sadness, the sadness of some ... can't help quoting this stanza:
"When some great sorrow, like a mighty river, Flows through your life with peace-destroying power And dearest things are swept from sight forever, Say to your heart each trying hour: "This, too, shall pass away." ("This too shall Pass" by Lanta Wilson Smith)
I hope the sadness of time has passed and you are back on your track. Loved your poem. Many thanks for sharing!
Comments (4)
Venting is good. Hope you are more upbeat
now. A good reflection of your feelings at
the time.
"When some great sorrow, like a mighty river,
Flows through your life with peace-destroying power
And dearest things are swept from sight forever,
Say to your heart each trying hour:
"This, too, shall pass away."
("This too shall Pass" by Lanta Wilson Smith)
I hope the sadness of time has passed and you are back on your track. Loved your poem. Many thanks for sharing!