Sitting in a room
Solitary window facing you
Beam of light cuts through the darkness
Fails to drown the sense of gloom
Walls cold and lonely
Memory crowding mind
A forelorn note of trombone,
Suspended somewhere
Reminiscent of bitter sweet time
Happy faces, laughter and joy
Parade with beats of drum
Feeling like a spectator of a spectacle
You clap mechanically
But, deep inside, awning chasm
You feel no warmth
A black cat ambled in
Jumps on your lap
A solitary meow, A little purr
And you could feel her love
As you gently caress her head
A question torments your mind
Why does it take us so many lines
But, right words are so hard to find?
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 19th, 2024 08:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I am yet to find the right words. Have you?
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