writing The Melancholy of sadness

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

I am alone.

I stand alone in the rain,

outside a home,

a home for many people.

A harp can be heard,

Its music angelic and sharp.

It soothes my aching mmuscles.

My hand lets go of the rose it held,

a colorless rose.

It falls to the wet ground before me,

without a sound.

The harp stops.

an eeries silence permeates the air.

I cannot hear the rain,

yet I can hear my own tears as they fall against the ground.

 

This is the bolero of life.

A melody of hardship and loss.

 

I am searching.

Still I stand in the rain,

my eyes trying to comprehend.

The rose, the colorless rose,

It absorbs the color of the ground where it lays.

A piano can be heard.

Its music is brisk and powerful.

I reach for the now transformed rose.

Now it holds the weight of the world.

The piano's melody makes me tense as I hold the rose.

Now my tears turn to stone and fall with force.

They go unheard as they now clamber to the ground.

I am left in unbearable solitude and pain.

I open my mouth to cry out in anguish and anger.

But nothing comes out.

I am standing in the rain,

in front of a home,

a home that is not my own.

I hold the rose close to my heart.

 

This is the serenade of truth.

A melody of reality and misery.

 

There stands an entity,

awaiting in the shadows.

She watches him.

He is a being of interest,

for he stands alone in the rain.

He drops a rose and picks it up again.

He cries out silently and unrelenting.

In front of him an empty space.

A violin can be heard,

Its melody is bitter and longing.

It beckons her.

She aproaches him,

stands by his side and stares at the empty space before them.

A space that contained a home, long ago.

A home that faced fires, and turned to ash.

 

What is it you have at the end of the day, when the Bolero of life and the Serenade of truth come together?

 

The answer is hidden in the rose.

A rose, devoid of color.

It touched the scorched earth and sbsorbed the colors and ash.

 

This is the Melancholy of sadness.

A melody of a life that could have been.

 

 

-David Favret

[Dimitri Hammer 3,645]

Wow, that was beautiful. I feel now, I love reading things that make me feel. That was touching.

 

I wish my writing was this good. They usually involve depression and suicide. I need to become a happier writer....which I am now.

[Cherry Blossom 864]

 

This makes me wonder about why life is so cruel. This was absolutely beautiful, even though it is a sad and depressing poem. In my opinion, you're like, the best poet ever!

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

 

This makes me wonder about why life is so cruel. This was absolutely beautiful, even though it is a sad and depressing poem. In my opinion, you're like, the best poet ever!

 

That really means a lot to me. But I am really not all that great of a poet, if comparing me to some people.

 

However, on this poem, I feel like I really butchered it. The original idea behind it was stunning... but I just don't feel like I did this poem justice...