Damon Inferel Posted April 1, 2003 Report Posted April 1, 2003 The party continues on in the background, several poets and people of all sorts enjoying the delectible treats provided by the Elders. A buffet of sorts, watched by the wandering poet who sits in the dimmest corner of the room, plotting another poem. The joy of his beloved complimenting his feeble works in earlier times has passed, and so the depressed soul searches to find her once again to inspire his happiness. A troubled soul, a troubled mind, ‘Tis only darkness this poet can find. Thoughts fall short and happiness fades, Holes in my joy, dug with spades. ‘Tis so common to be depressed, A thousand reasons have me possessed. I try so hard to find my dear, Tonight she is out of reach I fear. Not often I come across such a time, When my joyous demeanor is not at prime. A flicker of happiness here and there, My mind’s eye starts to focus and stare. I’ve found her, I’ve found her at last! The end to my loneliness, wrapped in a cast. My sorrow is over, my mental wounds will heal, My love cannot be hidden by such a shallow veil. I’ll be happy as long as she chooses to live, It may not be much, but forever, my love, I’ll give.
Peredhil Posted April 7, 2003 Report Posted April 7, 2003 Muses What a heavy burden to place on someone you love - responsibility for your feelings...
Chanz Posted April 9, 2003 Report Posted April 9, 2003 Such a moving poem. i really liked it.you are a wonderful poet.
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