My dreams are undone in the wintry Midwest
Freezing on the broken sidewalks of insanity
With snowflakes of loneliness and sorrow
Falling like scattered poems waiting to be written
And later given to a melancholy girl
Trying to survive in the heartbreak world.
And in the barroom back alleys of shattered glass
I count my loose change of rejection
And feel all pitiful and forlorn
In the despairing blue night of the exhausted pale moon
But I’m still somehow happy in my soul
And promise myself to believe in everything.
I'm going to pretend that this line: 'Falling like scattered poems waiting to be written And later given to a melancholy girl Trying to survive in the heartbreak world.' is written for me... :) beautiful poem my friend, you are so amazing, and I've missed you.
Superb write. Wonderful use of simile and metaphor. My hat is off to you, brave friend. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THis was brilliant too Uriah, your poetry is always full of emotions so eleganlty put.. Hope you are well, HBH