And The Reasons...?

That night, after the rain,

and that’s what lifted it as cold,

the breeze, it's odd like my sigh,

sad, that lonely bird sings it's wetted song

 

I’m, the lonely wanderer,

walking in to the dark,

in the deep settled voice of yesterday's night mares.

there is nothing, but everything,

more than the weeping trees and me,

 

I'm always alone, but

now whom left me alone,

to sink in this worst feelings?

Sometimes loneliness is the worst feeling.

 

Life is tough, at most of the time.,

culprit, get treaded, I’m defeated,

on the horizon of void life,

Memories like crag, beating,

hurting me, hell it's bleeding too.

 

Nothing is left for you,

Except of a worst heart and damn mind,

if you can't accept, please kill it forever,

if you dont, i know, it'll be the same without you.

Author's Note

Exactly, i don't know the reason why i done this. I always trying hard to write from my imagery, but i couldn't write in such a way.

Reviews

[Sakib]

Nicely written. Beautifully portrayed. I liked it.

[Sarah Terzo]

this very effectively portrays the mood of sadness and broken heartedness. Each word choice is very good throughout. This poem completely moved my emotions, making me feel the sadness of the speaker. Some of these lines are real treasures: particularly

"the breeze, it's odd like my sigh,
sad, that lonely bird sings it's wetted song"

and

"Memories like crag, beating,
hurting me, hell it's bleeding too."

Really nice poem -- I'm glad I read it

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

There is nothing and everything more than the weeping trees and the poet. Memories are so painful that even hell bleeds in defeat. A lonely wanderer wrapped up in yesterday's nightmares, sinking in a defeat that stomps on the poet's very soul..........a sad but beautiful piece Jibin.

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Good imagery, with a good opening...
brings to mind what you wanted.
Life is tough mosta the time....i agree.

[Sunni Davis]

Very well written, my friend! Sometimes we don't always have a reason for why we write what we do. Sometimes its just sitting in our minds, waiting to come out. This is a brilliant poem,Jibin.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem with strong description.
'I’m, the lonely wanderer,
walking in to the dark,
in the deep settled voice of yesterday's night mares.
there is nothing, but everything,"
I enjoyed the story and the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

more than the weeping trees and me,

[unknown]

Sounds like the recent poem I wrote...loneliness is sometimes not a good place to be, but it is the only place when no one cares to pick you up when you're drowning...poem was good even if there wasnt much imagery...i understood!

[Lucy]

Jibin, this is amazing. Really good work.

[Kayla K]

Amazing. It gripped that feeling of loneliness so perfectly.