I am the forgotten friend

I poem on the aspects of loneliness. It is a little sappy but meaningful nonetheless.

I am the forgotten friend.

The lonley suitor to insanity.

My own familiar strain and melody forlorn

travels waves of sound to meet the goddes solitude.

 

Where have they gone my old, dear friends?

Who cared and loved so deeply.

Whose words and deeds filled my heart with a different song.

The listener was hapiness whose friendly countenance comes no longer.

 

I am the long, lost brother.

The missing color on the brush.

The brush that paints on canvas made of desire.

Dedicated to "together" but never delivered.

 

Why do I sit in agony?

Alone in darkest sea of envy

wishing for a stolen life; made from priviledge and luck.

A living, breathing testament to a forgotten dream.

Reviews

[KJVollaro]

Wow, this poem struck me, and as I am definitely not a sappy guy, I wouldn't worry about that too much. The form is good, the rhythm isn't quite right, but I don't think it bothers this one very much. Maybe play around with that a little bit, but it may not be necessary as this poem seems to do well focusing more on its thoughtful and emotive lines than any traditional format. Basically, what I'm saying is, if you can find a way to make it more consistent rhythmically without losing the raw impact of the lines, do it. If not, leave it be. Some lines that really stuck out to me:

"The listener was happiness whose friendly countenance comes no longer."
"The missing color on the brush.
The brush that paints on canvas made of desire."
"Alone in darkest sea of envy"

All in all, great job here!
I truly hope you don't mind the critique, it is all very well intentioned and meant to be helpful above all else.

[-Adam-]

Great poem! The words that are used in this piece are magnificent. Great work Wes.