Lament of the Solitude - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A sadness like illness spreads, an infection bringing gloom ahead I cannot stand the throbbing pain, around me the grasping agony wound The loneliest of all, I was crowned In my over decade of living, This feeling, until now, never winning And as I sit beneath my depression, My secrets slip the lips of my enemy, her angry confessions The world has turned its back on me I sit in puddles of fallen rain, just wishing to be free I cannot stand the stares and laughs And I suppose now I shall forever plunge in solitary sadness, a bath - - - - - - - - - note for people wondering: in the sentence “around me the grasping agony wound” it’s not wound like hurt, it’s wound like the one that rhymes with crowned.
please, do not steal my poetry. that would be appreciated. click screen to turn off music. song is not mine btw - - - - - What poetry means to me: I see poetry as a way to express yourself. especially sad poems, heartbreaking poems. because channeling your hard memories into poem is a beautiful thing. and i feel like the poems that tell you about loss, about hard times, about heartbreak, about sadness… those are the best poems. because they are the poems you can relate to. they are the poems you can understand. and even if you don’t know exactly what the poet is speaking of, sad poems flow. sad poems make you want to cry. sad poems make a mark in you. so for me, writing poems is a way to tell people that i struggled before, that i have cried, that i have lost, that my heart has been shattered. and a lot of my poems, i haven’t shared. but the act of writing a poem clears one’s head, make one truly think. think about themself, think about the world, remember the past, and hope for the future. that is what poetry means to me.
