A Song Of Sorrow Poem by Valsa George

Pain has sucked her out In a leaking vessel, she collects her tears To water the parched terrain

Liked the imagery. The pigeons fading as black dots in the blue sky (blue for sadness here!) and depressed one of the poem too becoming a black dot in the blue of her melancholia too. A very touching write. (10)

A very touching picture of sorrow, nicely painted by the poetess.

A very heart-touching depiction of melancholy. A woman afflicted with misery is painted with a deft use of images n vocabulary. Melancholy truly can sap our energy and kill our will to live. There are so many in the world who can perfectly relate to this state of mind. A great portrayal of a common malaise afflicting a considerable part of mankind. A10

The pain of depression is so well described in this poem. There is a reason why it is called the Black Dog. +++10

'Light had sorely betrayed her and she lived in perpetual darkness., fighting with black shadows, day in and day out'. Your poem perfectly applies to one of the greatest persons I knew.

Valsa you wrote a great poem and you once again inspired me to write a poem on loneliness of the old age. Here is the poem I am going to submit at PH Striping Loneliness (By Akhtar Jawad) Like a nightmare when it came in my life, I felt it too much and cried with tears, Gradually it started striping in the dark, Killinging my worries and uncalled fears, Like an appealing and charming beloved, Loneliness when unveiled her smiling face, Spread silky hairs on my restless thoughts, I saw my soul enlighted with a grace, And when I looked in her starry eyes, In a pin drop silence heard heavenly rings, Being vanished in her magic arms, I found I can fly by using her wings, When I put my lips on her rosy cheeks, Saw myself walking on the Milkyway, I saw stairs of a blue color light, Putting a step on it I beame a ray, Loneliness hasn't striped completely, Still there are few who break the silence, I am waiting for the day when it's a nude, Loneliness! I love your ecstatic elegance, Travelling with a speed of light I fly, Where I go, do not know but sure, I'm destined to an enchanting place, Where there I'll become an allure. Sweetheart! Please leve me alone, Let me live with her in the total dark, Loneliness is shy it will not stripe, I'm still an explosive and you a spark!

This is about what happens when depression strikes and one feels lonely and left out. One can feel the pain reading these lines. Beautiful poetry. Loved it.

The virus of melancholy spreads its pain throughout the lines.Sometimes the cold fingers of dejection squeezes out the very essence of life forcing some to withdraw into their own shells.This depression syndrome is now becoming a common factor and many are languishing in its clutches.An extraordinary write ...