A sadness forms and gels around my heart and mind, enveloping me in an emptiness where I will always remain lonely – alone in a senseless atmosphere of time.
Nothing to look forward to again – not even in future tomorrows.
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Stillness of a strumming guitar, touching my heart-strings,
Visions always being brought into being, giving thought a runfor it’s money.Taking life in stride, mounting pressures tearing us down andwe fall into deep wells of misery, barely holding on.
Loosely carrying around mental configurations, waiting to be solved and entered in cyclical times to figure out where I may belong at any given stance in life.
Extraordinary depths of meaning fill my mind with invisible ideas, falling into step with visions being recalled to aid me in today’s writing.
Antagonizingly lonely, frowning for no reason, just being who he is.
Watching and looking around, noticing little things, focusing on inanimate objects, not wanting to speak to anyone or disturb his personal thoughts for idle conversation.Curiosity sitting like a cat lying in his mind, projecting life to apoet across the room.
Serious contemplation sets itself down inside of me.
Lively attitudes scraping away the blues, giving way to happier moments set in time.
Silencing effects of music as it’s rhythm’s tempo beats on my mind with tones of perfect pitch.
Justifying every nuance, each note of perfection, as rhythm arranges itself in my intellect on the way to writing each poem.