Taking a too narrow lane
Where turning would not do
Nor lifting a few chains
Often meeting an inner pain
Something cold and dull grew
Heartache
Once a heavy door closed
Inside sitting still
Like a chirping bird paused
Outside when night darkened
There was no more will
Anguish
Later under the grey cover
Came hidden warm tears
Praying this would soon be over
Trying hard to feel better
Even jumping sphere
Torment
Then like waves never stop
Most joys quickly surrender
Letting hopes dry or chopped
Here follows the main offender
Its blue name like an ax drops
Despair
Thanks I am exploring creative writing about emotions my long term project. I am happy you like it :)
Many thanks for liking this poem. I am feeling creative again in the last days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain is real, Good write