Ramblings of a Mad Man

by Fredy Sanchez   Apr 25, 2017

At night, when the ghosts of past memories arise....
When the sun dies in the horizon, and with it so does my smile...
When the cold embraces me and whispers that you've gone...
It is then I miss you....

During the day, I play the smiling buffoon,
I pretend the pain in my heart is non-existent...
I convince myself that your departure isnt reason enough to stop living....
But when the moon guides my loneliness,
And melancholy drowns my senses...
It is then I miss you more....

Another night without you....
To live was never this hard....
Until you left....


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  • 1 year ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    This is a beautifully written poem. The descriptions paint a very clear and vivid picture of what it is like for you as you are missing whomever it is you are missing.
    Hang tight. Things always get better.

  • 1 year ago

    by Hope

    beautiful poem, i can relate the loneliness of this poem.

  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    It is such delightful read. I agree, it seems that night salts our wounds.

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    The moon guides my loneliness. This was great.

  • 1 year ago

    by Lvi

    Sad yet a beautifully expressive poem.

    But when the moon guides my loneliness
    And melancholy drowns my senses
    It is then I miss you more

    An intricate description !


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