I've forgotten
how to dream.
Seems the future
holds another shade
of blue.
True as the folds
of night fall
memory was pleasant
way back in the light.
Hark to my heart,
it beats tight
as a drum...
and I am tired.
excellent capture of an experience widely shared. This state of blue, no matter the details, will always drain and sap ones strength. A fit ending... and I am tired.
Sadness fills the heart on bygone memories with a perfect title that heralds the poem sinking into another shade...regards
Beautiful words Sally. But don't get tired of writing your poetry whatever you do.
Just so beautiful and sad.... the tie up line just speaks volumes...tyvm karen
You don't waste words, ever. Your thoughts fold round my own, sharing.
There is remorse and regret, but moreover a weary present reflecting on lighter and perhaps brighter times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hang on Sally, maybe help is on the way.A poignant remimder of the dark valleys where our mind oft will wander. A to the point write- very good
Thanks for your lovely comment, Joseph.