When it rains, in her fancy
She used to turn into a child
Kicking water and playing in the puddles
Today when rain has begun pouring down
She can only see the sky weeping its tears
Clouds smearing wet misery on Earth's face
For reasons unknown
Her heart shakes in agony
Like a flower trembling on its delicate stem
Lost in silence and solitude
She throbs with a dull distracting ache
Her mind has now become an abyss
Where darkness has barged in like a marauder
Where monsters of fear are hatched
She feels suddenly thrown into the sea of emptiness
And float ripped by its violent currents
With no life boat in view for her rescue
She knows there is a long way to swim
She wonders if she would reach a safe harbor
Or get drowned halfway?
Behind her, what does she hear?
Is it the roar of the Tsunami of grief? ?
The dark abyss of depression is aptly portrayed in this poignant rendition. A work of an intricate mind.
It's absolutely a wonderful poem dear madam. Loved it. Top score
i HAD to see the photo again! actually, i'd forgotten i'd read this 'title'. bri :)
Beautiful poem Valsa. Depression, loneliness, silence doesn't spare anybody.Tsunami of grief covers all. Love your photograph too.
Thank you so much Savita....! Yes, any of us can fall into depression! Let God forbid it...!
you have gotten very skillful with your accompanying photo! a very fine poem as well. i like all of it, all of its parts and the whole. to MyPoemList and perhaps a showcase appearance? For reasons unknown Her heart shakes in agony Like a flower trembling on its delicate stem..................yikes! perhaps i could rescue her? probably not. Behind her, what does she hear? Is it the roar of the Tsunami of grief? ? ............................WHAT A FINALE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (for the poem) bri ;)
You have a humorous way of seeing it all, Bri.....! Perhaps your piquant words can brighten her moods a bit...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Utter darkness in this portrait of depression cleverly penned Valsa. The sinking emptiness with no life raft to be seen describes this illness so aptly.10+
Thank you Simone... for delving deep into the heart of the poem!