Prone to bouts of melancholy

Andrew Charles Forrest


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...


  • Suresh

    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

    • Andrew Charles Forrest

      Yes Suresh it's part of the therapy writing about it or us all I guess
      Let ti out

    • Michael Edwards

      Well written Andrew.

    • dusk arising

      Sounds like a place i retreat to sometimes.
      You have painted this well.
      Goes into my favourites.

    • Goldfinch60

      That place is there for all of us, it can be left behind though as we see the light.

    • Bo

      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.

      • Andrew Charles Forrest

        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

      • Neville

        this is more than just good... and so easy to relate to too...... Neville

        • Andrew Charles Forrest

          Thanks Neville
          Iguess it is a poets lament
          We've all been there

          • Neville

            I concur ... so I do.... N

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