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June 02, 2005
Admonishment
Knowing the price of one thing
But not the value to everything.
I wrote what I wanted to say
For many a day more than the 365
With a few clicks and a few chugs
Every word disappeared
Along with the memories
And their accompanying emotions.
Tonight I hear no one
I have no company
With only jazz and Silje Neergard
I try to ride this night out
I cannot bear the sadness
I cannot tear it all away
They tell me suicide is no good
But how much more can I bear?
Day after day
Pill after pill
Visit after visit
The inevitable happens
When the night comes
And the mood drags
Happiness is but something fleeting
Joy is but a transient emotion
Yet, the sadness is real.
Many things in life
I cannot fathom anymore
Nor have the energy to
Like love and how it behaves
Like the kiss and how it melts
Like two hearts and how
They beat together
For each other
All I know
All I do
Is to make sense of it all
By writing poetry that
Has no form
Does not rhyme
And it makes me a bigger fool
Than who I already am
Posted by D W at June 2, 2005 11:21 PM
Comments
Honesty is more valuable than rhyme anytime. Happiness may be fleeting, as all feelings are. But we are Loved, even through the lonely nights when we don't feel that we are. :)
Posted by: Laughingcow at June 3, 2005 12:23 AM
someone beat me to the first comment?! *mock anger*
poetry doesn't need rhyme.
instead of examining the emptiness [loss?], fill the space with something new?
Posted by: fhope at June 4, 2005 02:00 AM