A dull mist hangs in the air
There lingers a sallow gloom
Though it had rained sometime ago
Dark clouds gather once more in the sky
As if another shower could be expected
Leaves shed drops of tears
Time moves at snail's pace
There is a dull languor
Just like the soggy surroundings,
In the dank confines of my soul,
An unknown pain seeks redemption.
I don't know why I feel a mariner
Drifting far away from the port
Silence burns inside
And thoughts bleed in silence!
Unnamed pain, unknown, yet so well described that the reader could feel and empathize with you. Simple and evocative. Great write.
Pain has no past and future yet it carries always its present and springs out of the blue.....Valsa.......nicely crafted with beautiful words
Leaves shed drops of tears Cloudy days bring feelings like those expressed in the poem. Nicely put. Thank you.
An unknown pain seeks redemption Great expression of feeling and it really feels. wonderful imagination......
Just like the soggy surroundings, In the dank confines of my soul, An unknown pain seeks redemption. I don't know why I feel a mariner Drifting far away from the port Silence burns inside And thoughts bleed in silence! ......so touching and impressive with nice theme. A beautiful poem on life nicely shared.10
Leaves shed drops of tears Time moves at snail's pace There is a dull languor As usual, you always create contemplating images. what an image of time that moves in snake pace. You are always marvelous, Lady.
Thanks for inviting me to this poem. I can perfectly empathize. A write as aching as a silent sunset.
Let me GUESS. this is about ME, isn’t it? I haven’t started to read it (except the title) , but I just ‘have a feeling’ it is about ME! ok, not about me, OR is it? this calls for a private message to valsa. bri :)
A lovely poem. Possibly describing the anguish of depression? Some beautiful touches. I especially like.......... Silence burns inside And thoughts bleed in silence!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are many feelings that cannot be named, but one feels it, sometimes he is made happy by the feelings and sometimes sad, why he cannot tell the reason. A nice picture of such feelings.