At dinnertime,
I softly gaze out the window
Into the evening turning black.
I eat my food slowly
And never turn backwards
To let my eyes
Roam into the lonely bedroom.
I’ve spent years alone
Dissolving into ghost;
I don’t want to see a book
Resting at the head of the bed
Where once a woman slept.
What a heartbreaking look into sadness. And a glimpse into the depression many have (and still do) share... it's only sad that so many 'share' this feeling yet each are still alone. Uriah, I have missed you! I hope you are doing well! Love, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadness weeps from your poem...very nicley done...very touching! Hugs, Dee