Ashen Gray

My day seems to be in a dark place

It’s like I’m separated and out of trace

Silence is my only answer to the choices I only ponder

 

My leaves have turn into weathery colors

Ashen gray

It keeps on falling as I keep on growing

My mind is at ease on the bed grass I see

Seems like it’s in tune with my fantasy

Like illusion has come out of my reality

There is beauty in solemnity

But in truth it’s lonely

when you're alone.

 

I dream of a time I make memories

Great with victories

 but then I felt it was not worth it

for achievements are savor to someone you shared with

 

This place has come to its highs and lows

a moment I borrow in depths of sorrow

I reach out to tranquility

For my patience is my virtue in this painted creativity

  Someday I will bear the fruit of my owning glory

Continuing the roots of my existence

Somewhere in time.

Author's Note

This work is totally fiction but then again it’s a piece of me totally base on my emotions of what i felt on the current situation...

I guess I'm being moody this past days... though i used it to write to ease some tension on the mind...

always thank you for reading my works... your responses are always a treasure to me....

credits to the photo:
the white field by Dave-ellis

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Dear poet, a wonderful piece, one that has grabbed hold of me, making me yearn to tell you this: You are NOT alone...
So many of us have been, or remain in this state of loneliness, where our need to share, to communicate, to be understood, and have a "witness" to our life. Sometimes, in our despair, we neglect to look around, our eyes blinded to those who have always been there, even though we can not see them, or even feel them. You would be surprised to find that the most unexpected souls have be present all along. Take the quiet moments to breathe and listen, let your mind be aware... I am here, I will be, with my hand reaching out dear friend. So many understanding souls exist in this cyber space, a concentrated energy that can get you to realize your worth, your life and soul is witnessed by us all!
Sending you much Love and light my fellow poet, keep expressing yourself!
XX
P

[John]

More in praise of silence. I'm glad to see that you acknowledge that it is a work of fiction. I think better, and probably fewer, poems would get written if people were mindful of this fact.

[Sami Khalil]

Dear brother: A very touching poem, one to treasure and be empathetic with. Their is truly beauty in solemnity and in your words. Thank you for sharing with us. God bless...:)......

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There is so much soul in your words. You cannot read this and leave untouched...x

[AYVID N]

I totally identify with your words here Pax. That tree in the picture looks beautiful in its ash grey solitude but then prolonged solitude begins to ache after a time. Being human, we need someone to share our world's with. I for one find no joy or glory in my greatest moments if I am alone. The emotions expressed here are very human and very touching in their vulnerability. Thank you for the thoughtful reading experience.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Pax you are on your way in first class seating to the mecca of poetic verse. Keep writing!

[Lyn Anderson]

A beautiful soulful write.

[Rick r]

Reading the reviews below and there isn't much I can add that hasn't been expressed already. This fine poem of yours is one of the best emotive pieces I've read of late. I particularly liked the lines:

"...This place has come to its highs and lows
a moment I borrow in depths of sorrow...".

Stunning words, Pax. Solid write.

[Matching Socks]

So wonderfully expressed. A beautiful poem.
Xx

[A. Amos]

Honest, direct, raw and through the point write, your tensions and emotions are visible in your write!

Stay strong buddy.

[Coyote Poetry]

All we can do is try and hope my friend.
"For my patience is my virtue in this painted creativity
Someday I will bear the fruit of my owning glory"
I enjoyed the poem. Open the door to a long conversation and a lot of coffee. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote