Still Poem by Mark Normand
Still
Alone again inside it seems.
With plastic friends and broken dreams.
I sit in empty darkness beyond measure.
Today just like so many things.
Has ended lost and incomplete.
I failed to reach the special place I treasure.
True happiness is what I seek.
Still I remain a lucid freak.
I write of life with no real love or pleasure.
I write because if I would scream.
No one would hear the words from me.
I'm lost inside this dark cold world forever.
some days are dark days; but the poet is blessed through the light of poetry
I love this poem very much. Rhyme and tone is amazing! Well-written 'piece' Mark!
Like the balanced form, would have liked though the content to be more specific...a good poem.
Such despair..to the poet -.you are not lost as long as you are writing. Your poem reflects an inate lyricism and sensitivity to cadence.
Mark, the way you painted loneliness is touching. Great poem. I have also written a poem on the theme of loneliness, 'My Day', you may want to have a look at some point.
Very nice poem. From the depths of dark cold world we learn to rise. Enjoyed reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sometimes, our frustration enhances our pessimism. Again, we recover ourselves, from this state of mind.Great write! Loved, the tune very much.