I can’t comprehend
the ache, the sorrow
I lie on the cold floor
mind blurring away
becoming one with the pain
as mornings and nights
pass away
The birds chirrup
the rainbows glide
the heart cries
whines and sighs
I can’t comprehend
this little—oh, life
heavier is to breathe
worse is to sleep
black and white
has shrouded the bliss
which once I held close
true to the soul
Cold and silent—
all this, and nothing more
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Edgar_NiyaPoe (
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Masterful the use of the title to set the mood, the wording of the poem continues this with direct wording (ache and sorrow) then with sensual wording (cold, blurring) This all builds gradually as such an emotion does. Even the choice of ordering (morning first night second ) leaving the feeling of darkness to prevail. The two lines:
"heavier is to breathe
worse is to sleep"
are brilliant. Then it finishes with a flourish a definite fave
im honoured it satisfied ur expectations..
My pleasure
Heavy and deep. Love the imagery. Could you tell me more about the poem?
The central idea is not just sadness—but confusion about sadness. Its the raw state of not being able to comprehend the hurt. That makes the pain feel heavier, more helpless, and more isolating.
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