That Melancholy Feeling - Poem by Sasha Ioffine
Rows of epitaphs casting shadows on the graves
I, singing quietly, feel the tranquility in May
I walk along the pathways reminiscing memories
I stumble on an emerald meadow- among it many trees.
Serenity is breathing a soft and balanced tune
And time dies, left behind us, and now it feels like June
The field has brightened quickly, morphing into striking jade
The melancholy feeling is the one I can’t evade
Regretted turning memories into feelings of remorse
Because I feel the sadness of the loss that was so coarse
I finally felt no hunger; no thirst had then remained,
And time was passing quickly, losing memories I tamed.
The deceased deserve to live, but fairness is a scary game
And every day I quiver from the death of my beloved dame
August passed, September too, and still it felt so glum and blue
I left the field, took one more glance, and felt a feeling of romance
Without mind or heart she was, but I stayed wrapped in timeless thought
And in a web of life and love, I was trapped, enveloped, caught
And through this crazy labyrinth I trekked, and swiftly finished.
But I wanted to return, redeem a feeling that diminished.
I understood the consequences of staying far too long,
And so I left the bright green field, still searching for that song
A melody to release through catharsis my emotions
And pledge to portray to her my yearning for devotion
As the millennium adopted living memories in my mind
Of her and I, our tangled lives, experiences that bind
Our soul into one twisted state of one eternal fact
That even though I left her grave, our hearts were still intact.
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