Melancholic Sunday

I have lyrics but no song. Instead, I call it a poem.

I sit here this Sunday morning,

of this melancholic weekend,

I think on times that I was so down and out.

I remember feeling alone,

feeling lost in the vastness of this world.

Yet, I lived through it.

I embraced all of my fears with a vengeance.

I held on to them for dear life -

keeping them close to my heart

so much so that I thought

I would suffocate from the pain.

In one fell swoop,

I leaped from the edge of sanity

in to the greater abyss of the harsh,

cold reality of my insecurity.

I took no prisoners along the way.

I have no known malice in my heart.

I rid myself of that long ago....

So, have yourself a lovely Sunday.

Appreciate what you have

you never know when it will take leave.

Face the day with a vengeance.
 

 

Reviews

[Eunice Crankyponts]

Thank you! :-)

[Wordcrafter]

Touched by this, and well expressed too. Keep writing, pain expressed is pain shared and a little bit less pain held inside all to oneself. Nice rhythm.