Prone to bouts of melancholy
Head pressed against the cool glass of the cafe window
Watching the people go about their day unaware
You can feel the emptiness inside like a stone or weight
Which in itself makes even less sense than giving it your time
The clocks hands go round like a broken record again and
One hour slips into the next and still no change inside
One day slips into to the next and it's all just light and dark
Waiting for something to break so that something good might get in...
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Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Haven't we all been there
Don't we escape into it from time to time
We can all do with something good
Well prosed indeed
Yes Suresh it's part of the therapy writing about it or us all I guess
Let ti out
Well written Andrew.
Sounds like a place i retreat to sometimes.
You have painted this well.
Goes into my favourites.
Thank DA and thanks for the FAV
That place is there for all of us, it can be left behind though as we see the light.
Thanks G Yes tahnkfully it can
I used to spend eternity in those moments, almost never leaving, eventually I learned to embrace and love them. Though now as I find they happen less frequently and it’s become harder to pull myself out of, I find I’d rather be happy. We all have our muse, it’s trying find it that makes the journey so tiresome. I love how relatable this is and it actually helped a little to pull me out of the one I’m currently in so thank you.
Thanks B Glad it helped
It a memory for me these days I'm in a much better place
Writing helps me
I have am AMAZING family too they are my world
Have agreat day
this is more than just good... and so easy to relate to too...... Neville
Thanks Neville
Iguess it is a poets lament
We've all been there
I concur ... so I do.... N
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