Strange Days

A poem about the oddities in life

Strange Days
The strangeness of the day weighs heavily on my mind...
The wind that blows seems odd to me.
The rain that falls, to cleanse my soul..Lifts me higher and my breath sighs low.
The hands that touch me, like fire and ice...Breaths through me..makes my mind race.
The last hour of the days fade to gloom..
And I sit forlorn and confused, alone in my tomb.
These feelings I feel, like a weight upon my heart
Begin to shed it's touch and tears me apart....
Do I sit silent and watch the world pass me by...
Or do I scream out this rage that’s buried inside.

 

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Oh loneliness.. I think we all have days like this especially in these hardened times.. you have such a raw flow of emotion to your writing in this piece.. I have found myself occassionally feeling this same feeling and can relate.. what do you do? Well I try to find things to occupy myself.. make the most of each minute count with the people I love and am close to.. they are the most important things! We can not take material items or our flesh with us once all is done.. simplicity is my answer for me.. finding joy in small things like enjoying a walk along the water's edge.. trying new things... listening to new music.. so many great things that do not cost! Watch a sunrise or sunset.. I could just go on. But when you feel like this writing.. it's sometimes hard to pull out.. when you do everything pops out like colours, fragrances.. like being reborn! Thank you for sharing and just know we all have these moments ... it is all part of being human! If it lasts too long.. we should speak to someone close or seek higher help as it can truly consume us and do damage to one's heart and soul.. both mentally and physically.. it is terrible to be trapped in this feeling. Thank you for sharing.. Smiles to better days! =)