The scarlet cloak of loneliness
covers my sorrowed soul
and my gentle heart is benign
to any chosen fact.
Each day I gather straws
I reach out to cling to
but each one snaps within my grasp
and I wonder what I’ll do.
The hollow world I live in
echoes my vacant thoughts.
Even the hues of colours that
surround me everyday
cannot remove this scarlet cloak
that wants to smother me away.
25 September 2009
Beautiful verses here, David And the hue of colours will also bring some cheerful encounters for a very observing poet, Aziz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic imagery on this one David with the scarlet cloak smothering you. Scarlet is such a rich color and I can see how it can overpower other colors. Top marks! love Karin