Sebastian Melmoth

Sebastian Melmoth Poems

I have a meeting with a stranger to search how I'm feeling. Connecting, dissecting, searching my mind, it'll be quite revealing.

Surprised how easy to find speaking to a stranger.Feeling safe, a friendly face this professional exchanger.
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Like a new-born child we meet each other at life's station ready to board not knowing the destination.
Anticipation of the journey ahead will everything be on time, will there be delay, to disrupt the timetable hanging by a thread.
Our parents' guide us in our carriage sitting beside us like sturdy tracks on the line, following the safety signs so that we will be fine.
Middle aged now we're halfway through our journey, we start to appreciate the scenery more out the window, the memories as the train builds up speed.
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The beauty of youth with skin so fair and smooth like the calm waters on the calmest lake.

Hair so thick and perfect like a pretty forest so perfect waving freely In life's wind and through the seasons.
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Friends to see you through,
The ups and downs your friends are part of life's glue.
From silly Nelly, giggling Jill and mad hatter Ron
There always there when you need them, people you can rely on
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Read all about it they used to say,
get your news from a paper the old-fashioned way
A day without news would a be day the whole world stands still
Imagine the silence wouldn't that be brill
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When you look up what do you see?
Beauty in the skylight
Head leaning back the universe above us
Eyes wide open the awesome spectacle
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Anxiety
Depression
Here comes a worrying session
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The story of two rivers woven in the hands of time
Referenced in epic tales
A powerful landmark to behold in awesome awe.
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Negative thought pops into my head like a weed growing in the soul.
Head starts swirling the thoughts of injustice caused.

The weed of negativity starts to grow bigger, anger, rage, upset are its poisonous petals.
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Waiting for doors to open, people standing sharing glances
Whose feet will be first on the train? who will get a seat? I don't fancy my chances

Hussle and bustle we pile in all squashed like sardines
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Good days full of meaning
Filling your heart with hope and joy

Good days giving your body a positive glow
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Sunshine your beautiful
Light of love shining on the world
The bright signal of a brand new day
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The healing power of laughter
Let it out laughing to the rafter

Chortle cackle positive Bubbles
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A message of thanks to you
Who me? Yes you?
What did I do?
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Marvel window frame from a train
Serenity on a passenger train
Cinematic scenes of England's green
Passing golden meadow fields
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Fear trembling shaking old bones aching

Anger constant fighting rage of the unknown of no control
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Who am I'?
Nothing makes sense anymore
Lost soul on the earth in the infinite universe
What have I become?
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Who is this monster I see reflecting at me feeling sick at the sight of my own appearance?

Heart ache voices covert the hush-hush of dejections scorn
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The body starts moving to emotions dance caught up in a moment

Distinctive gestures each step representing the mood before us
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When the storm comes symbolic rain pouring in my head
Water drops angrily splatters on a car windscreen clouding the vision of what we see ahead
Winds of confusion muster ferocious waves of feelings and sprays of discomfort
Tempest, cyclone mixes emotions blending bewilderment with its dark clouds
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The Best Poem Of Sebastian Melmoth

I Have A Meeting

I have a meeting with a stranger to search how I'm feeling. Connecting, dissecting, searching my mind, it'll be quite revealing.

Surprised how easy to find speaking to a stranger.Feeling safe, a friendly face this professional exchanger.

Exploring a variety of themes, bereavement, anxiety, low mood, exploring my dreams.

Conversation flows, words of meaning pouring out like an open book. Feeling bare, vulnerable, letting my observer peeking in to look.

Making senses of it all clearing the clouds of confusion, in this hour of hope will it have a positive conclusion.

Now in rhythm, the weight of life uplifted. In my stride, the hours up, the hands of time shifted.

Batteries recharged ready to face the world until my next admission. Paying my dues to my soul voyeur a contract in the human condition.

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