Ramblings of a Mad Man

by Fredy   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 week ago

    by Hope

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

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Frank

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

  • 3 weeks ago

    by mossgirl19

    The moon guides my loneliness. This was great.

  • 1 month ago

    by Lvi Joe

    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 !

    Lvi

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